Lost in the moment, Xen grinds her lowerbody against Aeryn's and works her hands fiercely-- no longer content to explore, she seems utterly focused on providing pleasure for the healer's body, her own dusky cheeks flushing with passion and exertion.  She works her fingers deftly, her body steady and confident with each grinding  stroke, and then she shivers perceptibly and groans as she savors the growing spikes of physical pleasure.  Enraptured by Aeryn's enthusiasm and her returned effort, Xen is enticed to madness.  The wet slip of her fingertips along Aeryn's sex and the firm pressure of their bodies colliding-- all spiraling to one focal point between Aeryn's legs-- overwhelm the rough-hewed girl and she looses her desires completely toward helping Aeryn reach her own.<br/><br/>She returns the kiss feverishly, but though passion consumes her she cannot bear to close her eyes and lose herself to the sensation-- she watches the young woman, raised up on her elbow as she is, and steadies her with the one hand that is not performing very, very important work at the moment.  As they grind together, their mouths mere inches apart, they find a rhythm that crecendos and urges them both on.