Hibiscus folds that warmth up in her, and something in it resonates with the rosemary...

She kisses Sable again, slow, unhurried, and this time that warmth in both of them responds to the kiss, eager and brightly coiling. 

She feels stronger, somehow. More in control.

Sable flows into the kiss, warmth suffusing her completely. Something about the ritual makes it so easy to go where Hibiscus leads, so natural and intuitive.

It's a little like hypnosis, but she doesn't even need to speak the commands. She can just... will it. 

Right now she is willing that Sable be on the bed.

Getting up off the floor onto the bed feels intuitively correct, so Sable does. She lies down and smiles spacily at Hibiscus.

It's not even hard.

She kisses Sable again, and wills that she de-equip her remaining gear.

Blouse, trousers, socks, bra, and panties all vanish silently. Sable, naked now, returns the kiss languidly.

Oooooooh. 

Right now she would like Sable to feel good. Drifty, floaty, warm, enfolded...

Hibiscus kisses Sable again and starts casually stroking her hands over her exposed front, feeling her skin. She could just reach down between her legs, but she's in no hurry.

Sable wriggles out into the bed, her body loosening up even further as Hibiscus caresses her. A slow, contented, heated sigh spills from her lips.

Hibiscus deepens the kiss. 

It's all one thing. Motion of the mind and body together. This caress, that nudge, a slow dance heading in the direction of pleasure, pleasure, pleasure...

Her hands cradle Sable's thighs and ass, and she finds herself atop her, pressing down firmly, skin against skin. She unequipped her clothes at... some point.

It's a slow, continuous shimmy, like Sable's body is a liquid, spilling loosely against her lover, neither intention nor idleness, just flowing into the kiss, intuitively winding up where Hibiscus next moves her hand to caress, every muscle languid and free. Warmth and arousal bubble up within her, but do not demand a response, simply intensifying the experience.

Sable's such a good girl.

She just wants to reward her...

No sooner has she had the thought than her thigh presses in firm between Sable's legs and starts to grind firmly. 

Warm, liquid pleasure. So much of it, swelling, filling Sable up, making her feel oh so good...

A gentle hint of a moan spills out of her as she rolls unconsciously against Hibiscus's thigh. Pleasure fills her so easily, welling up and simmering within her as a calm heat. Hibiscus can feel the first of what could be several orgasms within easy reach in her control of Sable.

Oh wonderful.

Gently, now. Slow and steady. But she wants that. She wants that very, very much.

Sable's back arches and a high, rolling moan rises from her throat, orgasmic pleasure flowing through her body like water coming to a boil. Her arousal settles just a bit below that, as it passes, the slow, languid shimmy still spilling across her through every motion.

She barely even needed to touch her. 

She's going to touch her, though. She wants to feel her under her hand. In her palm. Warm and wet and willing and needy. 

Hibiscus slips two fingers into Sable and starts working her gently, coaxing her back towards that peak again.

A soft gasp escapes Sable as Hibiscus's fingers slip inside her, hips rolling to meet the gentle thrust, followed by a slow, languid, low moan.

Hibiscus starts to nibble and kiss at Sable's shoulder, her other hand coming up to caress her breasts, one or two strokes here, a little circle there...

It's beautiful to watch her come undone.

Her back arches, pressing her breast into Hibiscus's questing hand, even as her head rolls to the side so smoothly it almost seems like an accident, exposing more of her neck and shoulder to her lover's lips and teeth, a faint whimper spilling from her lips.

Oh, she is so taking that target. 

She presses in and nibbles at the crook of Sable's neck, teeth leaving little imprints on her skin.

Her breath hitches, gasps and whimpers welling up alongside the ever-building pleasure, her unconscious squirming and writhing always pressing her body closer and closer against Hibiscus as the need rises.

So beautiful. 

Come, she wills. Come for me. 

Her fingers redouble their pace, coaxing for the orgasm she craves.

The arousal bubbles and builds, needy moans rolling out of Sable's throat as she writhes underneath Hibiscus, pressing into the caresses and thrusts as another orgasm burns through her, clenching around her lover's fingers. She breathes raggedly, the heat of her arousal lingering and simmering within her.

Gorgeous.

Hibiscus grinds in on Sable's thigh and keeps working over her body.

Sable rocks and writhes underneath her, gasping desperately, arousal roiling. She presses up against Hibiscus, entranced and needy, her next orgasm not far off.

Hibiscus backs off just a little. She wants to feel this one too. 

She grinds in firmly and kisses Sable's lips and moans a little herself.