[ Requiem shifts a little under that touch-- presses closer so she can feel the warmth of Nem's hand better against her leg. Not that she isn't warm as well, at this point, her whole body heated and flustered and eager and working herself up again with every shiver along Nem's spine, every sharp breath.

She has Nem's hand continue to massage the soft flesh for a moment, swap to the neglected side and delicately drag those tingling fingertips over that stiff peak, as she presses some more distracted little kisses along her neck. She wraps her free arm around Nem's middle-- squeezes briefly, affectionate-- before smoothing her hand palm-flat down along the inside of her clothed thigh with purpose. ]