[ More magic better magic. She continues to shove her pants down as long as her own arms can reach-- and uses verticality to keep pulling them away, when they can't-- and croon wordlessly against her skin.

and once those pants are off she smooths her hands along the underside of Nem's thighs, spreading them just slightly, and moves one hand to settle, soft and warm, over her metal one again. ]

How's it feel, baby...?