[In this position there’s only so much Nem can do, but she goes for as much as she can—moving to meet Req’s hips, offering all the pressure and warmth she can. Her tongue drags against Req’s heat, alternating between stroking and dipping into her holes and sucking none too gently at her clit, the time for teasing long over. She can’t really say anything, mouth fully occupied, but she hums, low, and the hands squeezing at Req’s hips go tighter, encouraging her to let go and take what she needs]
[ she jerks-- gasps-- pressing down against her mouth, reaching back one
hand to grip Nem's wrist as she comes. It's a quick, powerful thing, her
muscles pulsing against her tongue and her breath coming out in a long,
high- pitched, shuddering groan. ]
[Nemesis jolts as well, mouth slack with surprise at the intensity of it. But then she remembers herself, and sticks her tongue out firm against Req's entrance, shivers at the clench around her. Her eyes flick up to watch Req as she comes, taking in as much as she can]
[ she's flushed dark with her eyes squeezed shut, panting as she comes down
off that peak, her thigh muscles going briefly slack-- then tensing again,
and she shifts enough to sit up and forward so nem can shuffle out from
under her. ]
I figured it was pretty obvious how much I liked it... I mean, did you--um. Did you wanna do more? We can take a break if you want. Or keep going if you want. I mean--
I mean, I told you before I didn't just want you for your body, and it's still true, even though you're totally smoking hot. Just being with you's nice, too.
[ wraps her arms around her waist and snuggles against her back, practically purring. maybe actually purring? her wings are all poofy and her tail is curled over nem's legs, flicking contentedly. ]
But...it's not terrible, actually? The wings and the tail are new and odd but not...bad-new and odd. It's kind of like being wrapped in a cocoon, but not in the claustrophobic way. More like sharing a sleeping bag with someone you like. She takes Req's hand, interlacing their fingers, since apparently all the rest wasn't contact enough]
Mm... You ever been camping? ...Like, for fun, not 'cause you had to.
[ eagerly threads their fingers together, rewarding the touch with another affectionate nuzzle against the crook of her neck. But she's quiet for a moment after that question, thoughtful, before making an unsure noise. ]
... nah. I think mom died when I was real little, and I was alone most of my life... spent a lotta time sleepin' outside.
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[ she jerks-- gasps-- pressing down against her mouth, reaching back one hand to grip Nem's wrist as she comes. It's a quick, powerful thing, her muscles pulsing against her tongue and her breath coming out in a long, high- pitched, shuddering groan. ]
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[ she's flushed dark with her eyes squeezed shut, panting as she comes down off that peak, her thigh muscles going briefly slack-- then tensing again, and she shifts enough to sit up and forward so nem can shuffle out from under her. ]
... haah... mm... thanks, baby...
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You okay?
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[ she scoots down to snuggle up against her, curling a hand against the back of Nem's neck to pull her in and kiss her, breathless and gentle. ]
Good, I'm great, you're incredible...
[ then, amused: ]
You should have a drink.
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Hm? ...You don't think you gave me enough to drink already?
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I don't think that counts...! You're the one who's totally gonna die of dehydration though, not me.
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[nuzzles in, comfortable]
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... how was it all? Was it good? You wanna do more?
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I figured it was pretty obvious how much I liked it... I mean, did you--um. Did you wanna do more? We can take a break if you want. Or keep going if you want. I mean--
I mean, I told you before I didn't just want you for your body, and it's still true, even though you're totally smoking hot. Just being with you's nice, too.
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[ seems honestly content just to cuddle up with her, though, making zero moves to untangle. ]
... never doubted that, baby. Just feels good to make you feel good too. And I'm never gonna say no to just being with you.
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...There's a minifridge, right?
[And usually she would be happy to hop after it but...not just yet. She mostly just blushes more, pleased and flattered at Req's words]
Yeah, well... Just wanted to make sure you knew. Since I'm pretty sure I messed up your plans earlier.
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[ ... only shifts just enough to vaguely stretch a hand out so she can float a bottle of water or something out of the fridge to them. ]
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[Reaches for the water once it's close enough, aiming to crack it open]
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[ sits them up first at least and gathers nem up against her while she has something to drink, still with her face nuzzled in against her neck. ]
You're so pretty...
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...Where's that coming from?
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[ wraps her arms around her waist and snuggles against her back, practically purring. maybe actually purring? her wings are all poofy and her tail is curled over nem's legs, flicking contentedly. ]
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[ yes good. Cuddle time. ]
Drink your water.
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[ you're always little spoon tho.
Comfortably settles her wings around them, resting her head against Nem's and closing her eyes. ]
... feel better?
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But...it's not terrible, actually? The wings and the tail are new and odd but not...bad-new and odd. It's kind of like being wrapped in a cocoon, but not in the claustrophobic way. More like sharing a sleeping bag with someone you like. She takes Req's hand, interlacing their fingers, since apparently all the rest wasn't contact enough]
Mm... You ever been camping? ...Like, for fun, not 'cause you had to.
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... nah. I think mom died when I was real little, and I was alone most of my life... spent a lotta time sleepin' outside.
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[squeezes her hand, thinking]
That's not the same as a tent, right? We should camp out someplace. Even if it's one of the fake parks, maybe it'd be a good camp memory.
...I mean, if you want.
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