[Nemesis keeps trembling at the gentle sensations, breaths shallow and open-mouthed. Somehow the quick, wispy touches are just as powerful as ones heavy and decisive--maybe moreso, like her body has turned up its sensitivity to match the lighter contact.

It's enough that when she reactivates the slight charge to her hand somehow it's sensitive enough to make herself jolt with surprise, and she sucks in a whine at the feel of her skin, all goosepimpled; at the feel of static over the underside of her breasts. Her legs shift again]