Peridot is no longer curled around Lapis at this point. She has gradually shifted to standing behind her, her posture slung low...

Another amorous growl rumbles out of her, and she strokes the gem with her tongue a few more times before moving up to lightly nip at the nape of her neck. Her hindquarters, which are feeling strangely overheated at the moment, keep twitching forward subconsciously.

She scoops a paw around Lapis's stomach, pressing her against her chest while she continues to lick, nuzzle, nip and purr.