She matches his rhythm, a rippling of muscles carefully honed through centuries of training. Her tongue meets his, exploring slowly, lazily. Her fingers trace circles on his hip, brushing close to his curls, then backing away, then close again. Open, responsive, her growing arousal signalled by the slight shivers as he explores her, the flush of her skin, the heat that starts to radiate off of her. She keeps her breathing as steady as she can, though, letting energy wash through her, sharing it with him.