A soft groan, at that, the memory of the kiss so immediate and close.

"Should I be jealous that you react so to your own fingers?" Teasing, again, as she guides them further out before pressing back in. Slow, always so slow, not giving her the satisfaction of speed. "Will you still need my fingers at all?"

Her other hand drops to Lakshmi's rear, gripping tight as she had before. "Every time I look at you I will wish we were alone."