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Yes...good...

[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.

[ 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.]

Seemed like that was something... Doing okay?

[ 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.

Pretty sure you're the one what's incredible.

[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]

[ she jumps a little, shuddering, with a breathless laugh. ]

S'really great... but hey.

Lemme get these clothes off, okay...? I'm all sticky.

Yeah...hope you weren't trying to take that outfit home.

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]

Yeah... kinda jelly.

[ 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. ]

And me without my toast.

[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. ]

... you tried using that on yourself yet?

Never thought about it.

[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. ]

Start thinkin' 'bout it now, then.

Like...right now...?

[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?

[ 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. ]

Need help?

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[Nips lightly beneath her navel]

What, you gonna walk me through it?

[That said, she does nothing to resist Requiem's grip on her wrist, only takes a long, shaky breath that does nothing to clear her head with Req's scent right there, intoxicating. She licks her lips, shifts a little in the chair. Pulls her head back to look up at Req cocky, but mostly looks some mixture of pleased and disbelieving and incredibly aroused]

Okay, what's part one of the kitten's demands?

[ a little gasp, softly laughing, and after catching the look in her eyes--

she pushes back off the chair and away from nem entirely, pulling her to her feet with the grip on her wrist. ]

Get up. Take off your shirt.

[Her legs are wobblier than she'd like to let on, but whatever, that's what Stability's for. She hides the flush by pulling the shirt over her head without ceremony, tugging it off her arm and shaking it to the floor in a burst of bravado.

(This doesn't really hide the flush, which now goes up her ears and down her neck, past the thin necklace she always wears, almost to the top of her simple bra. Her nipples jut through the satiny fabric, and she has to make an effort to keep her hands at her sides)]

...'Kay. Now what?

[ She jerks a thumb towards the bed as she heads over herself. Mostly to investigate what nem had pulled out before. ]

Sit, stay. Take a good look at yourself and tell me what you see.

[It's a motley collection--a magical girl-looking wand; a small, finger-sized vibrator that looks like a flattened sort of egg; something ridiculously, unusably large (at least without plenty of practice); something else intended for two.

Nemesis watches Req look them over, and then looks away--looks back up to the ceiling, at the mirror over the bed, reflecting her from above]

...Not much to look at just yet?

Yeah? Funny... Thought I saw a cute blush and even cuter tits but maybe I was wrong.

[ ... wand??? Investigates that a moment before flopping the big dildo over with a snerk. And eventually leaving off of the pile to come join her, sitting beside. With her legs partially spread, still kinda... uncomfortably sticky, but.

She glances up at the mirror. ]

Now THAT'S a beautiful girl.

[there are probably wetwipes various locations and also someone could help with that but]

[Nemesis snorts, flushing and looking away--leans back and flicks her eyes up to the mirror, trying not to look quite so self-conscious]

...Dunno, I don't see her.

So, there anything more to this than just staring at myself?

Clearly not lookin' at the same thing I am.

[ listen, i'm busy here.

Req leans over to press her lips to that bare shoulder, sliding her hand over that metal one and threading her fingers in between Nem's. her other hand drags the back of her knuckles up along her spine, to the clasp of her bra. ]

We'll get there... let's work on getting rid of this, first.

[Nemesis hadn't been doing all that well at playing cool to begin with, but now she shivers with every touch, arches her back at the contact with a small sound. She shifts her legs, too, tense with anticipation; licks her lips. The faint purple glow stays active at her fingertips, and she strokes shaky-slow over the back of Req's hand]

Shouldn't be too hard...?

[ well. No.

She unclips it easily, even single handed, and lets it slip gently down her shoulders as Req's lips press soft and sweet down along her clavicle.

She lifts their hands together, her palm over the back of the metal one, and gently presses it palm-down against her hip to slowly slide upwards. ]

[It's difficult to keep still--she doesn't, really, twitching at the kisses and even the feel of her own leg under her fingers. Req's hand is much more of a muted pressure on the weak sensors over the rest of her arm--something she's aware of, but only just. It's still enough to catch her attention because of who it is and just what it might do]

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