Liz bites her lip, breathing unsteadily and not quite stifling a quiet sound at his breath in her ear; she shivers and arches into his hand, restlessly lifts her leg just a little bit higher. She plants her free hand on his chest and breaks the rhythm of the other to run her thumb across the head of his erection.

There's fire moving under her skin, half-visible under her fingernails and knuckles; her eyes are slowly changing color, closer to blue-white after every blink.