"Yes?" She teased while her fingers continued to trace over her chest, down her side and up under the thin fabric of her shirt. Night Sky's fingers were warm when they splayed against her stomach, pushing the cloth up until it bunched atop the small swell of her breasts. Thankfully, she had been with enough modern women to understand how bras worked, and undoing Meryl's wouldn't be difficult when she got to it.

She paused first, watching the other woman shift her head. Night Sky leaned down to lay a kiss on her cheek, her neck, teeth grazing her skin. Her body shifted to settle her hips against Meryl's. "Hey." She murmured against her skin. "Why are you hiding, beautiful? Do I need to slow down?"