[Nemesis takes in a breath, lets it out through a bitten lip as she watches Req shudder and shake. Her hand's caught pretty tight, but she keeps the static buzzing through it until the squeeze around her wrist loosens--eases off on the sensitive skin. The gentle pets over her back continue, as does wordless crooning as Requiem finally comes down.

Carefully, she extricates her hand from the pretty-much-ruined shorts, and it's warm and glistening when she places it at Req's inner thigh instead, rubs gently over the smooth, slick skin.]

Seemed like that was something... Doing okay?