"C'mon," she whispers, her lips hovering right next to Kate's ear, brushing against it with every syllable before she buries her nose in Kate's neck and just breathes her in - citrus, the faint salt of sweat, the lingering remnants of wine, the smell of sex hanging in the air all around them.

She can feel them both tense as it happens; under her hand, Kate rocks back and forth, and she licks a long stripe along the side of her neck before finding that one spot below her ear, teeth scraping over skin.