<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>On Emily's boat<br/>WIth Marik being teased out of her mind.</strong><br/><br/><br/>"Nnnngggkkk."  She was...writhing, that was a good word.  Writhing undre Mari, not trying to get free, not trying to defned herself.  Her had had tilted back even more at the touch n her throat, her lips parting to reveal grited teach, and that slow slow trip down t oher breasts?  She was beyond words, her only sounds were hssing breath between her teeth, and little gasps as Mari squeezed her, shifted her touch, and the Brazilian had moved, just a little, enough so that the Medic's rolling hips just could not get the right angle of contact.<br/><br/>Not that she really needed anything that subtle.  Every patch of skin in contact with Jaguar Woman felt like it was wreathed in pleasant flames.