[ The intensity of the kiss doesn't surprise him — if anything, it feels like they've just been building up to this moment exactly. So he lets himself enjoy it, parting his lips for him and letting his tongue find Lahabrea's, just as rough and eager. He's desperate to touch, to have them both, and so again he moves toward Emet's hand, pulling back from the kiss once he needs to catch his breath. ]

That's — enough teasing already. I want you.

[ if he demands it, it's not pleading, right? ]