Emily
The Changeling yelped as she felt his hand brush that pleasurable little nub once more, arching up into his touch. His question, however, brought a flush to her face. Whether it was a statement of how good he was or how at odds Emily had been feeling, the redhead honestly had to think about this one for a moment.
Then the moment passed, all too soon, the Changeling leaning in next to Gabe.
"I...I don't want to be able to think about today," Emily said softly, with a breathy gasp as she felt him starting to rise to the occasion once more, "At least for a little while. For that matter, I don't want to be able to get to the bathroom to clean up under my own power. Then again, you were probably thinking of doing that anyway, weren't you?"