[Nemesis gives a voiced little exhale, flexing her quads and glutes just to feel the pressure against Requiem's tight grip, and shudders closer best she can without letting the rhythm of her fingers falter too badly. At the run of teeth down her neck, that plan goes out the window, and her fingers go lax.]

Marceline.

A judder of her hips and a shaky breath and Nem pulls herself together enough for her fingers to curve in again, firm--retreat as Req's hips advance--tease just enough to prompt Req to chase after, though she certainly doesn't mind being caught. Eventually she can even manage some patter]

...Like I have to tell you you're gorgeous. You can't tell from how people look at you... It ain't obvious every time you pass a mirror?