She gave him a rather aggravated look. She lifted her hips with a surpressed, soft whimper. While she was annoyed, the friction was still pleasurable. Usagi broke their connection and instead settled on his lap. "I.. Don't want to feel like I'm pleasing myself, Puck," she murmured with a soft sigh. "I have fingers for that.. And I'd use them if I didn't care for your responses." She shuffled off of his lap with a soft huff and laid down, back turned to him.
And she tried to ignore the heat still coiling between her legs.