Sherrie's lips and whispered words helped ease Fi's concerns, returning her affections after a moments' hesitation.  Fiona looked to the dresser for the pink capsule, crawling over the bedspace to retrieve it, hips swaying almost reflexively.  Her newfound respect for the capsules and their contents resulted in her treating it more delicately than before, having witnessed the unguarded euphoria it could inspire.  Again, the fire at her center was stoked, not unaccompanied by a bundle of nerves.<br/><br/>The sight that greeted her as she turned back around certainly didn't quell that fire.  Sherrie's legs holding Bailey's open from beneath, their host's core splayed open for Fi's perusal.  Bailey's hands were also secured by the blonde, her lips muttering a mantra of divine origins.  Fi smiled gently, and kissed the top of the protective case, sealing it to her lips as she padded towards the bound girl, her eyes possessed by a newfound predatory light.  Moving like this certainly eased her own apprehensions, watching Bailey's reaction.  As she reached her lovers, Fi gently placed the cool pod case on Bailey's waist, her left hand lightly playing with her flower.  "How did it feel?" she breathed, leaning over Bailey's torso, deepening her hand's exploration a little.  "Sliding the pod in?  Giving Sherrie her child?  Watching her cry out?"  She broke her interrogation off to gently kiss Bailey's bud, tugging gently on it with her lips.  "Do you think I'll enjoy it?" she asked innocently between delicate nips.  By the time she finally got around to the pod, Sherrie will have a bit of trouble keeping B in check by herself.  That is, if Fi had her way.