Khalida smiles at him softly, laying her head back on the cool wall. “She sounds amazing.”

Asa frowns. “Aw I wanted one and you got the last one.” She kisses him and uses her tongue to take half of it in her mouth. 

Sorcha bites back her moan, and calls upon every ounce of strength down to her very core to not stretch her neck for him, to pull him closer. She sighs, and it seems to be a sound of boredom, when it is truly a sound of pleasure, more than she would like to admit.