"D-dark..." she stammers, her face growing hotter as she feels Rayquaza's presence against her chest. Her heart races and her breath comes in short, shallow gasps as he moves beneath her shirt, the sensation of having something alive and warm pressed against her breasts overwhelming her senses. She tries to focus on the movie, but it's impossible with Rayquaza's ministrations distracting her so thoroughly.

Her eyes dart sideways to glance at Dark, wishing she could read his expression. Is he upset? Amused? Angry? Despite their long history together, there are so many things left unsaid between them, and this newfound intimacy with Rayquaza only seems to heighten the tension. She bites her lip nervously, unsure of what to do or say next.

"Nothing... just... uh..." Her cheeks flush even darker as she tries to form the words, but they die in her throat. All she can focus on is the sensation of Rayquaza's tongue lapping at her most intimate place, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She moans softly, helpless against the assault on her senses.

Her hands tremble where they grip the couch, wishing she could touch him but unsure if she should. With every thrust of his tongue and caress of his hand, she feels herself growing closer to the edge, the pleasure building inside her until it's impossible to ignore. Her hips buck wildly against the unseen touch, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she nears climax.

"D-dark..." she whispers hoarsely, glancing over at him once more. His expression is still mostly hidden by the television screen, but she can feel his attention on her now... and it only serves to heighten the intensity of the moment.