[Nods, tugging Requiem into a somewhat sloppy though plenty enthusiastic kiss. Eventually it breaks because neither of them have regained quite enough breath for it, but it serves its purpose of buying enough time for Nem's head to if not stop spinning, at least be able to string a few words together. It's difficult with Req so warm, and even this close it's impossible not to want to be even closer. Her hands drift down to Req's hips and squeeze, shaky but firm.]

...Toldja I was close. ...Gonna haveta work harder to keep up.

[Her voice is slow and shivery, but even still twitching, she nudges herself closer, rubbing Req against her slick entrance]