[ Req leans into her touch with shameless need, tail curled up and her wings shivering behind her. The front of the bodice slips a bit against her shoulders, now loosened, and she nuzzles into Nem's shoulder with short, warm breaths, her fingers push nem's shirt up just enough that she can get her fingers against her skin, tense but not digging in. ]
[Nemesis arches towards her at the touch, her laugh shaky. color is high in her cheeks, and she dips forward just long enough to drop a kiss at what part of Req's jaw she can see]
Nah, though thanks for offering. Think for now I'll do the scratching, if you don't mind.
[she glides her hands over Req's body yet again, tickling lightly down from her navel to the join of her legs, eager fingers skating over the tiny strip of fabric making up the tiny shorts.]
[ Req's fingers relax a little then, instead smoothing her hands, palm-flat, up along Nem's ribs. She tilts her head a little, to make that kiss easier, pressing a sweet kiss of her own to a bare bit of Nem's neck she can reach without moving too much; her attention is majorly occupied instead by the little bit of pressure between her legs, somehow more intense through the tight fabric. She curls in a little more against her, shuddering. ]
[The buzzy touch skates away, then returns, more deliberate--drags over the seam of the shorts from back to front and back; skips over to skim down the creases where Req's legs meet her body. Her flesh hand gently (well, kind of a bit too eager to truly count as 'gently') works open the V of Req's shirt deeper; rubs the lace over the sensitive skin before reaching inside to palm her breast directly, give it a squeeze (or a few). Her neck and collarbone get a few breathy, open-mouthed kisses as well]
[ The word is drawn-out and groaning, gravelly. Touching "gently", as the case may be, certainly seems to be the way to go; she presses eagerly into Nem's hand, her head bowed against her neck and shoulders hunched. The thin fabric of her shorts doesn't do much to stall the heat burning at her skin-- made warmer by Nemesis' proximity and her touch, and she distractedly shifts one hand out from under her shirt to curl her fingers against her arm as she grinds down into Nem's hand. ]
[If more pressure means Requiem will continue to make those sounds and press up against her, then Nemesis is happy to oblige. Letting Req’s reactions be her guide, she keeps up her attentions over Req’s chest, breaking every so often to nip and peck at Req’s cheek and neck and shoulder.
She squeezes her own thighs, shifting beneath Requiem and skims her fingers up the leg of her shorts to stroke her directly]
[ Sounds are not at a loss, here; Requiem practically mewls with pleasure against her neck (though maybe it's playing up the part?) as Nem's fingers press under the fabric and up against the slick flesh.
And leather isn't particularly soft nor breathable-- it's hot, it's wet, and her whole body, wings and tail and all, shudder at the feeling. She lifts her head just enough to tilt it, to press in against Nem's mouth, distracted and a little sloppy but no less eager for it. ]
[Nemesis is much the same, returning the kisses with relish. She's always so undone whenever she's around Requiem that having the chance to give back some of the feeling feels like a triumph.
She breaks the kiss for another breathless laugh, or just to try and catch a breath; gets distracted into a couple more. But her main attention is going into the careful, cramped movements of her hand against Requiem, thumb gently ghosting around her clit and fingers more solid up and down her vulva, that same staticy charge pinging from every touch.]
You're so soft, pretty girl. What a treat, to give you a good pet.
[ it's all-- quite a lot. A lot of things affecting her that she didn't really think they would, to this extent, Nem's tone and touch and the words coming from her lips themselves. That tingling metal hand-- why did they even bother looking through the toys, with this around?-- makes her jerk against her, fingers digging into the skin of her arm and her side a little more roughly than intended, just for a moment.
The words though get a bit of a different reaction, something almost miserably red-faced and embarrassed and desperately turned on and maybe a little confused, eyes squeezed shut and forehead pressed to Nem's as she ruts down against her. ]
God, you're so-- You feel hot... Is that just from a little tummy rub?
["Little" or no, Nemesis picks up the pace and the pressure, still letting Req lead but scaling up to meet her. Watching her reactions to teasing is always a delight, but right now Nem's more interested in the feel against her and around her, the warm slickness on the pads of her fingers and (the fact she can feel it at all, how stunningly perfect, like) how forcefully Req grinds against her on her way towards completion.
It's a little awkward when Nem leans up to press another kiss on her mouth and misses, ending up further down her chin, but she only laughs at herself, eyes a bit dilated]
You're purring up a storm now, huh. Feeling good? Ready for a treat?
[ Req's wings flutter a little, uselessly, shifting just enough at that kiss along her jaw to catch her lips again, heated and panting against her skin. ]
Yes-- yes, yes...
[ She murmurs it, distracted-- mindless, maybe-- as she continues to roll her hips down against the smooth metal and buzzing shocks, ignoring the too-constricting feeling of the fabric stuck to her skin, damp with sweat and. other fluids. ]
[Nemesis leans in closer, adjusting the angle of her hand to something more solid against Req, sending out steady pulsing to meet the snap of her hips. Nem's other hand comes up to Req's back, stroking up and down, gripping at her leather-clad rear and rubbing at the base of her tail; smoothing up and over her wings and digging lightly into the downy feathers. Increasingly Nem's kisses drop from face to collar to further down Req's chest, open mouthed and sloppy through her clothing]
[ The feathers are very soft. As is her tail, but while that's all well and good and her spine arches under it there's definitely something more happening down below, pulsing and insistent and making her moan with need, short of breath and shorter of patience.
Not long she has to wait, at least; she slides her hands up pant Nem's shoulders, clenching in against the back of the chair as she finally crests that peak and come crashing down, her thighs squeezing tight and the cry in her throat a reedy, wavering whine. ]
[Nemesis takes in a breath, lets it out through a bitten lip as she watches Req shudder and shake. Her hand's caught pretty tight, but she keeps the static buzzing through it until the squeeze around her wrist loosens--eases off on the sensitive skin. The gentle pets over her back continue, as does wordless crooning as Requiem finally comes down.
Carefully, she extricates her hand from the pretty-much-ruined shorts, and it's warm and glistening when she places it at Req's inner thigh instead, rubs gently over the smooth, slick skin.]
[ it takes a long couple of moments, and she jerks a bit as nem pulls her hand away, but.
she just sags in against her, huddled up, burying her face in her hair. by this point both her tail and both pairs of wings are flopped bonelessly over the arms of the chair. her voice is low when she speaks again, rumbling, but pleasantly drained. ]
"Okay"... understatement. That thing's incredible.
[ seems disinclined to move for a long moment, smoothing her trembling hands over Nem's arms, before she pushes back and carefully unfolds her legs to stand with a bit of a wobble. She's pretty flushed herself, trying to catch her breath. ]
[chases after, hands solid at her hips--ostensibly to steady her, but certainly happy just to touch. after a light squeeze, she brings her hands up to finish undoing the ties down the front of the romper, then runs up to her shoulders to gently push the straps down her arms.
she leans up to press a kiss to Req's chest, or at least as close to her sternum as she can reach without actually getting out of her seat]
[ And happy to be touched; she leans over, supporting herself with one arm against the back of the chair as Nem kisses and peels that costume away, shivering pleasantly and just taking the chance to catch her breath and let some blood get back in her limbs. ]
[Her voice is distracted, and she continues carefully peeling the costume down her hips, possibly with more care and contact than necessary--most definitely indulgently slow. More kisses follow as well, over her belly and the ridge of her pelvis as the garment slowly comes off.]
[ she exhales softly as she watches, letting her free arm drape over nem's shoulders so she can drag her fingers through her hair. she squirms her legs just a little to make removing those shorts easier. ]
[she finally finishes with the shorts—seriously, indulgent—guiding them down her thighs—down her calves, to her ankles so Req can discard them as she wishes. Goes for a few more kisses over her hips and tummy and the trailing slickness between Req’s legs. When she presses her face in, it is very warm.]
[ she helps unclip those garters so they don't catch, and ultimately just kicks the shorts aside, settling one knee on the arm of the chair next to Nem as she presses in. ]
Aren't cats meant to be demanding...
[ she mumbles it, still petting her hair, but straightens up a little so she can reach towards that metal arm's wrist. ]
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Re: requiem - tuesday night hell
Nn-nn... 'less you want me too...?
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Nah, though thanks for offering. Think for now I'll do the scratching, if you don't mind.
[she glides her hands over Req's body yet again, tickling lightly down from her navel to the join of her legs, eager fingers skating over the tiny strip of fabric making up the tiny shorts.]
...Whaddya think? Keep looking?
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Mm-- yes...
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[The buzzy touch skates away, then returns, more deliberate--drags over the seam of the shorts from back to front and back; skips over to skim down the creases where Req's legs meet her body. Her flesh hand gently (well, kind of a bit too eager to truly count as 'gently') works open the V of Req's shirt deeper; rubs the lace over the sensitive skin before reaching inside to palm her breast directly, give it a squeeze (or a few). Her neck and collarbone get a few breathy, open-mouthed kisses as well]
Re: requiem - tuesday night hell
[ The word is drawn-out and groaning, gravelly. Touching "gently", as the case may be, certainly seems to be the way to go; she presses eagerly into Nem's hand, her head bowed against her neck and shoulders hunched. The thin fabric of her shorts doesn't do much to stall the heat burning at her skin-- made warmer by Nemesis' proximity and her touch, and she distractedly shifts one hand out from under her shirt to curl her fingers against her arm as she grinds down into Nem's hand. ]
Re: requiem - tuesday night hell
She squeezes her own thighs, shifting beneath Requiem and skims her fingers up the leg of her shorts to stroke her directly]
Re: requiem - tuesday night hell
And leather isn't particularly soft nor breathable-- it's hot, it's wet, and her whole body, wings and tail and all, shudder at the feeling. She lifts her head just enough to tilt it, to press in against Nem's mouth, distracted and a little sloppy but no less eager for it. ]
Re: requiem - tuesday night hell
She breaks the kiss for another breathless laugh, or just to try and catch a breath; gets distracted into a couple more. But her main attention is going into the careful, cramped movements of her hand against Requiem, thumb gently ghosting around her clit and fingers more solid up and down her vulva, that same staticy charge pinging from every touch.]
You're so soft, pretty girl. What a treat, to give you a good pet.
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The words though get a bit of a different reaction, something almost miserably red-faced and embarrassed and desperately turned on and maybe a little confused, eyes squeezed shut and forehead pressed to Nem's as she ruts down against her. ]
Mmmm...!
Re: requiem - tuesday night hell
["Little" or no, Nemesis picks up the pace and the pressure, still letting Req lead but scaling up to meet her. Watching her reactions to teasing is always a delight, but right now Nem's more interested in the feel against her and around her, the warm slickness on the pads of her fingers and (the fact she can feel it at all, how stunningly perfect, like) how forcefully Req grinds against her on her way towards completion.
It's a little awkward when Nem leans up to press another kiss on her mouth and misses, ending up further down her chin, but she only laughs at herself, eyes a bit dilated]
You're purring up a storm now, huh. Feeling good? Ready for a treat?
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Yes-- yes, yes...
[ She murmurs it, distracted-- mindless, maybe-- as she continues to roll her hips down against the smooth metal and buzzing shocks, ignoring the too-constricting feeling of the fabric stuck to her skin, damp with sweat and. other fluids. ]
Kitty...
Re: requiem - tuesday night hell
[Nemesis leans in closer, adjusting the angle of her hand to something more solid against Req, sending out steady pulsing to meet the snap of her hips. Nem's other hand comes up to Req's back, stroking up and down, gripping at her leather-clad rear and rubbing at the base of her tail; smoothing up and over her wings and digging lightly into the downy feathers. Increasingly Nem's kisses drop from face to collar to further down Req's chest, open mouthed and sloppy through her clothing]
Go on, pretty girl, take it, then. It's yours.
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Not long she has to wait, at least; she slides her hands up pant Nem's shoulders, clenching in against the back of the chair as she finally crests that peak and come crashing down, her thighs squeezing tight and the cry in her throat a reedy, wavering whine. ]
Re: requiem - tuesday night hell
Carefully, she extricates her hand from the pretty-much-ruined shorts, and it's warm and glistening when she places it at Req's inner thigh instead, rubs gently over the smooth, slick skin.]
Seemed like that was something... Doing okay?
Re: requiem - tuesday night hell
she just sags in against her, huddled up, burying her face in her hair. by this point both her tail and both pairs of wings are flopped bonelessly over the arms of the chair. her voice is low when she speaks again, rumbling, but pleasantly drained. ]
"Okay"... understatement. That thing's incredible.
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[This is punctuated by another kiss to her chin]
...But yeah, I mean, wasn't exactly the intended use, but I figured it might be good to improvise.
[She traces a little shape on Req's thigh with the slightest tickle of static, rounded lines curving towards each other in the middle]
Re: requiem - tuesday night hell
S'really great... but hey.
Lemme get these clothes off, okay...? I'm all sticky.
Re: requiem - tuesday night hell
Luckily, cats're known for cleaning themselves, hm? Or you want me to help you with that one, too?
[She waggles her eyebrows even as she blushes dark]
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[ seems disinclined to move for a long moment, smoothing her trembling hands over Nem's arms, before she pushes back and carefully unfolds her legs to stand with a bit of a wobble. She's pretty flushed herself, trying to catch her breath. ]
Re: requiem - tuesday night hell
[chases after, hands solid at her hips--ostensibly to steady her, but certainly happy just to touch. after a light squeeze, she brings her hands up to finish undoing the ties down the front of the romper, then runs up to her shoulders to gently push the straps down her arms.
she leans up to press a kiss to Req's chest, or at least as close to her sternum as she can reach without actually getting out of her seat]
Re: requiem - tuesday night hell
... you tried using that on yourself yet?
Re: requiem - tuesday night hell
[Her voice is distracted, and she continues carefully peeling the costume down her hips, possibly with more care and contact than necessary--most definitely indulgently slow. More kisses follow as well, over her belly and the ridge of her pelvis as the garment slowly comes off.]
Re: requiem - tuesday night hell
Start thinkin' 'bout it now, then.
Re: requiem - tuesday night hell
[she finally finishes with the shorts—seriously, indulgent—guiding them down her thighs—down her calves, to her ankles so Req can discard them as she wishes. Goes for a few more kisses over her hips and tummy and the trailing slickness between Req’s legs. When she presses her face in, it is very warm.]
...That a request or an order?
Re: requiem - tuesday night hell
Aren't cats meant to be demanding...
[ she mumbles it, still petting her hair, but straightens up a little so she can reach towards that metal arm's wrist. ]
Need help?
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