Close as they were Naal could feel her movements, straining for a touch that wasn't there. But there was no need to be embarrassed by that need; feeling it rise against her, because of her, spread that same feeling to Naal, and she hummed, halfway to a moan, in Nariko's mouth. She shifted, both in a hopeless attempt to relieve the growing tightness in the shorts she wore under her skirt, and to prop up a leg under Nariko, sliding it in between her thighs.

But that was just a stopgap, far from what they both wanted. She let the kiss wind down, giving Nariko's lip a parting tug with her own as she lowered her head, bumping her brow against Nariko's forehead.

"...anywhere else you'd like my tongue? Or would you prefer something a little harder?"