Lock barely managed an, "Isn't it?" before he found himself pressed under her body. He gently nipped at her breasts and slid his tongue over her skin, more than content to enjoy the opportunity. One leg remained hooked over her back as his other foot slid over the the round contours of her backside, caressing her as best he was able to, given the circumstances.

He moved his tail both with more care and vigorously. Lock felt how she moved over him and readjusted when necessary to torment her as much as he could, never allowing her too much satisfaction before he pushed another button.