Fingers molded, fitted her shape, stretching and bending her as much as they were themselves.

Aeryn's other hand wrapped around the back of Plourr's neck, holding her close. Second. It was the second time and she realised with some fervour that she had never wanted to stop; that feelings and idiotic things had merely cluttered this up.

It was simple really, need, lust; tenderness. It was all fulfilled in the end.