She can feel his tongue slide inside her again and her shoulders press back against the bed, back arching as she cries out his name. The hand in his hair tenses, pulling at it as her free one moves, first to ball a fist in the blankets beneath her as she shudders from the way he quickens the rhythm of his tongue.

"Balthier," she pants, thighs tensing as she lets the blankets go in favor of cupping her breast, catching her nipple between two of her fingers, egging on the climax building within her. "It feels," her body goes tense, toes curling as her thighs squeeze against him, crying out loudly as her orgasm rushes through her.