She smiled against the side of his head, pleased to catch him off guard in one way tonight. Neria nuzzled him, kissed his hair, near his ear, as he pulled her in and guided her hips. They were limited in how they could move, yes, but they moved nearly as one. Knees digging into the cot, she rode Kell, head bent in close, her breath coming quickly against his neck.

It wasn't overly long before it was difficult to maintain the magic at her hands. She tried valiantly, alternating to the very faint tingle of lightning magic, but as she felt her control slipping... Neria shuttered her magic, snuffing it out with reluctance. A hand came up around the back of Kell's neck, needing a lifeline as she tightened. Barely held on to her threadbare will, her body shuddering, clenching down.

With a puff of breath, she pressed her forehead to his shoulder, voice coming in quiet gasps. She took the moment to grind down against him until she saw stars. "Kell--" she groaned quietly, close to begging. It was a warning. She wouldn't last much longer.