Naal only answered the question by parting her lips, her own tongue greeting the visitor. Like everything else about her it was big, and made for a slightly more obtrusive presence in Nariko's mouth. But it was no less agile for it, and traced and wound deftly around Nariko's.

Talk was definitely over for the time being.

Naal's arms were solid and smooth under Nariko's hands, toned and nearly fatless. Her own hands gave Nariko's butt a little squeeze as they finished bunching her dress around her waist, but feeling the closeness of Nariko's hands exploring her ears and hair, body pressing against hers, it only felt right to do the same. She took Nariko in her arms, hands on her back and in her hair, and held her close with a strength just short of uncomfortable.