“Too long,” Sara laughed a little breathlessly, the feeling of Nyssa’s warm mouth on her skin a wonderful contrast to the cool air. Her touch -  that she knew could kill as well as naturally as teasing like this came to her - seemed to raise warmth along everywhere Nyssa’s fingers touched, and a small moan escaped her lips as her fingers began toying with the nipple her lips had just left. As Nyssa pulled her a little closer, Sara snaked a hand behind her own back to properly remove her bra before her own hands moved to caress Nyssa’s skin.