[It takes her a couple tries to get the word out, breathless at the sight--at the feel of her. Her fingers speed though only a little, a third toying around her entrance, though Nemesis at least attempts not to give in to Req's urgency and instead stay steady--dependable and constant. She bites at her own lower lip, pulse rushing somewhat less steadily, and her off hand runs roughshod from nape to hip]
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[It takes her a couple tries to get the word out, breathless at the sight--at the feel of her. Her fingers speed though only a little, a third toying around her entrance, though Nemesis at least attempts not to give in to Req's urgency and instead stay steady--dependable and constant. She bites at her own lower lip, pulse rushing somewhat less steadily, and her off hand runs roughshod from nape to hip]
What d'you want...what d'you need?