[ presses in just once more to swipe her tongue up along her and press a kiss over the curve of her pelvic bone. She pushes herself up with some effort to shift up along Nem's body, shivering at the tug, her face flushed.

Her voice is a low mumble, as she flops onto her side neck to her, tail curled and pleased (even if it does twitch with some unconscious impatience against her leg, even the tickle of it just enough to remind her how ready she still is). ]

... Pretty Kitty.