[She settled herself there, while she felt Haruhi's hand pushing at her shoulder. Her fingers reached up to the hand and gently but firmly tried to guide it to her lips, so that she could kiss the back of her hand. When she did, it was a lingering, affectionate thing.

Her voice was low, and a little breathless, her eyes shielded and locked away despite the fact that she was imagining so many things right now.]

I think you would always prefer to get it over with, Haruhi, but she's not choking us now. There's no incentive, nothing forcing us. Let me show you what I can make you feel.

[As she whispered it, her lips ran slowly down the length of Haruhi's arm, her voice getting more passionate.]

I want to hear you beg me to let it finish. I haven't heard your sweet voice in so long.