Ari was content to keep the focus off her, and she had things well in hand - so to speak - to make sure that was just the way things went. She could see she had Emma in a position where bargaining would not be her strong suit, and aside from that? It was getting rather hot in here. She exhaled slowly, her finger continuing to strum across the sexual strings of Emma's harp, coaxing forth as many sounds as she could. Normally? Ari wouldn't have dreamed of being so forward, but at that precise moment? She could think of no other way to be really.
Ari didn't respond to Emma's question at first, her hand pushing down slightly. It needed more room if the instrument was to be given the proper playing, and Ari wasn't in the mood to simply have some kind of rehearsal about it. No-no, she was going for broke. When Emma decided to return the favor? The hand promptly snapped back into position, and the first of slender fingers plunged deep into the warm folds, coating it in the nectar. Her free hand moved to pull away Emma's hand and she waggled a finger, tsking in silence.
Her weight was pressed forward, bringing herself to bare over the top of Emma, knees bending into the sheets with desire as mouth too was revoked from Emma's own and then plunged down against her neck in a violent torrent of hungry laps and suckles. Ari's own apetite was now beyond control, and she intended to savor ever bit of the Slytherin Girl like she was a rare and vintage.
Ari's finger continued to work slowly in an ebbing rhythm, before it was joined by a second which began a more pumped series of gestures, the pads of her fingers curled slightly make sure nothing was missed. Her mouth? It continued to work in time, setting the pace like a metronome. With each kiss, hands would move, stealing away at soft mounds or applying roving pressure to hips, thighs, whatever she wanted really.
"I think.." Ari gasped against the shell of Emma's ear. "..I'm thirsty.." She dropped her posture sightly, lips dragging down the slope of Emma's neck, leaving a black stain of lipstick trailing in their wake. Her motives were clear, but would she permitted?