[ Req's fingers relax a little then, instead smoothing her hands, palm-flat, up along Nem's ribs. She tilts her head a little, to make that kiss easier, pressing a sweet kiss of her own to a bare bit of Nem's neck she can reach without moving too much; her attention is majorly occupied instead by the little bit of pressure between her legs, somehow more intense through the tight fabric. She curls in a little more against her, shuddering. ]

Mm-- yes...