[nemesis groans out an extended curse, rolling her hips (mostly) gently at the feel of warm, flat tongue over her already sensitive folds. Her hand settles careful in Req’s hair and the backs of her legs press solid against Req’s shoulders, encouraging.

(In the mirror above, it’s just her, flat on her back and spread wide and she gives a full body shiver at that as well, arching back into Req’s heat]