[Nemesis obliges with a desperate sound, and Requiem can probably feel in her wrist when the slight tingle in her hand bumps up a few notches--can surely feel it in the rest of her as her hips rock up and up and up, her whole body pressing into the hands and kisses and everything before finally going tense.

She barely even notices the groan ripped from her as she comes, swept away in the feeling--closes vice-tight around Requiem's finger, the odd twitch around it her only movement for an endless moment]