Janet keeps fingering Susan through it, the flat of her tongue to her clit still, to feel the liquid trembling of her like spilled mercury as she comes. It's been a while, longer than she'd really like to admit, since she's done this for another woman. It's heady, a kind of fundamental power you can't get from any magic textbook. With time, as Susan stills, she looks up, slipping her fingers out -- not all the way free of her, but more shallow.