Heels pressed into the mattress, she wriggled beneath him to try to help, nudging her hips up and against him as he sought to work on her trousers. Torn on where to put her hands - to keep touching him, to drag them through his hair, to aid him - her thoughts seemed to spin out as he slipped his fingers against her.

Over her clit. Further.

Rational thought emptied away for a moment. Neria was caught on feeling, on the physical, and knew nothing else for that time. Her hips arched up, inviting him further, even as her thighs trembled at the warmth of his touch.

Everything else caught up eventually. Decision made for her, her hands slipped down to help him with his own trousers, and Neria kissed him again. Hard.