Peridot swears just a little louder this time.

"It's not just the biting," she groans, trying to sound defensive and failing. "It's that trance. It does weird things to my body chemistry... Shit!"

This time, she does tangle her claws in Lapis's hair, her other hand digging into the surface of the beanbag chair. A gentle suggestion for Lapis to keep her head down and keep at it, until Peridot finally blows her load.