Aimi craned her head back and sighed in pleasure, the other woman's fingers in her bringing back a lustful recollection of how long it had been. "You know<em> I</em>don't need rope.." She mused inbetween breaths. As the medical nin worked her expert fingers inside of her, Aimi tucked her wet shirt under her arm and undid the clasps on Marise's armor. Soon enough, Aimi was helping her out of it and set it aside with her shirt. She brought Mari in for a long kiss, taking her lips between her own and rolling her tongue around in the other girl's mouth, "Oh, it's been too long..." The sand kunoichi whined.