It was enough, she could feel Sheeana's pulse, the smile, the microexpressions flashing honestly across the girl's face. Arousal, fresh and strong. The Major used the leverage of her grip to pull Sheeana towards her, leaning at the same moment into the girl to mask the shifting weight as she drew her legs up under her.

Warm breath, so close and yet...

Motoko pulled away, coyly, just before the touch and moved off down the hall. Never let it be said she gave anything easily, and wasn't leaving the girl wanting at least half the fun?