Peridot whines again, but stopping for even that long left her teetering on a precipice. One little nudge from Lapis is all the encouragement she needs.

She clumsily starts up again, muscles aching from the awkward position she's basically locked herself into. Her stupid dong is like a heat seeking missile though, and two haphazard strokes later it curves and then plunges itself into her bonded as if it has a mind of it's own.

Peridot grunts and shivers all the way out to her wingtips, her eyes wide with shock.