[Miku feels like her entire body's curling and uncurling at this point, not just her fingers and her toes. She tenses at the touch along her hair, takes deep breathes in preparation...

Then feels nothing, but hears a sigh from Luka. She couldn't... but from her position on top she can at least sort of feel the motion of her hand, and that sigh could only mean so many things. Miku squirms her hands, desperate to touch Luka but that just isn't something she can do.]

I... I love you so much, Luka. [The thought of now doing as she says doesn't even occur to her.] I want to touch you and see you and lick you and... so many other things. You're so beautiful, Luka, please, just touch me or let me touch you, I don't care how or why or what you do to me or what you ask me to do... [She's half-delirious at this point, long hair so matted that it'll probably take a good hour in the shower to get it all back in order, but all she can think of is how much she wants Luka.]

I'm yours, all yours, Luka, for tonight and for as long as you need me so please, please...