[ Req kisses at her throat again, gentle, and slowly draws her hand back; she looks down from the mirror and down along the curve of Nem's body to watch where her hand disappears into her pants and hums, deeply pleased, her face warm.

and a moment later she shifts, pulling both of her hands back, so she can wedge them under the waistline of those now-loose pants and start to push them down. ]

You can handle that, right...? Lemme help you with this.