[ she pulls back, though she keeps working with her fingers, building to harder and deeper thrusts, feeling for the places that give the best reactions—those gentle sounds—and moving her thumb to take the place of her tongue.

it’s sweet. It’s really sweet—she rises on her knees, reaching out to lay a hand against sekhmet’s cheek. ]

You know I don’t need any of those things from you. I don’t want status or favor or recognition or riches. Just, ah—

—just, your affection.