"You're making it hard for me to keep my mind on wha' my hands are doin'."  Quinta's breath catches as Fiera's fingers start another round of sinuous movement.  Her own fingers drift up just a bit and begin to tease the elven woman's opening, sliding around, it across it, along the rim, then finally, slowly, dipping with in.  Very slowly entering, to the first nuckle of the two longest fingers.  A pause.  Then the second nuckle.  Pause again.  Then as deep as they will go.  Hold.  The soldier's fingers flex, curl, straighten again as a third fingers smoothly joins them.  Quinta hasn't stopped kissing the elf while doing this, her breathing is much faster now the harm under the mage is pulling them both tighter when quinta lifts her head from the kiss and ducks her head to begin running her open mouth along the smaller woman's breasts, alternating from one to the other, but never quite takingt a nipple into her mouth, although her lips do brush them often.