[Nemesis probably makes some sort of sound that hopefully doesn't sound too much like a gut punch since that seems like the entirely wrong feeling for something that's so absolutely not-bad. It's--hard to string any thoughts of consequence together, her mind mostly monosyllables like 'hot' and 'full' and 'more'. It's too much and not enough all at once, and she wants Requiem to move--she wants Requiem to stay, filling up every last bit of space against and within her, so that there's absolutely nothing else but the two of them together, the shared throb of her pulse and her blood flowing through both their veins. Another shuddery groan--this one probably a curse--and she hooks her legs up to wrap around Req's waist, hitches jerkily forward, hands clutching at Req's back, scrabbling at the base of her wings]