Quinta shifts slightly, drawing up one leg with bent knee  to allow Fiera's hand full freedom of movement.  The soldier is half on the elf, half on the ground as she braces on one elbow and forearm, her other hand drifting across the smaller woman's mound, fingertips tracing the sensitive creases where thighs met torso.<br/><br/>"You're trembling."  Quinta breathes as she pulls back from the kiss just enough to speak.  Her lips flutter against the mages' lips as she murmurs "You're almost shaking.  Relax."  Two long, strong fingers glide down smooth outer lips to circle lightly on the sensitive patch of skin between the mage's opening and her puckered rosette.  The soldier breaks the kiss and slides her mouth down Fiera's chin, lips sucking gently as her mouth wanders to the hollow of the elven woman's throat, then rise an inch or two.  Quinta's jaws tighten as her teeth close against the windpipe not gently, not quite forcefully  before her mouth moves further up and resumes the kiss, and it is not a gentle kiss this time.