Myst groaned as Ben ground himself into her again, involuntarily lifting her hips into his, then smiled over at Laney. "What, indeed? Well, I would think that sitting here and enjoying the torments would be nice..." she grinned, reaching a hand over to lightly trace a pattern on Laney's shoulder. She sighed in relief at the rub, her eyes fluttering a bit. "Goddamn, that feels good...."