[ The word is drawn-out and groaning, gravelly. Touching "gently", as the case may be, certainly seems to be the way to go; she presses eagerly into Nem's hand, her head bowed against her neck and shoulders hunched. The thin fabric of her shorts doesn't do much to stall the heat burning at her skin-- made warmer by Nemesis' proximity and her touch, and she distractedly shifts one hand out from under her shirt to curl her fingers against her arm as she grinds down into Nem's hand. ]
Re: requiem - tuesday night hell
[ The word is drawn-out and groaning, gravelly. Touching "gently", as the case may be, certainly seems to be the way to go; she presses eagerly into Nem's hand, her head bowed against her neck and shoulders hunched. The thin fabric of her shorts doesn't do much to stall the heat burning at her skin-- made warmer by Nemesis' proximity and her touch, and she distractedly shifts one hand out from under her shirt to curl her fingers against her arm as she grinds down into Nem's hand. ]