Then, there were Miko's hands once again over Futo's.

"Don't worry about it. As I said: just a thought," she sighed, spreading her legs a bit more and pushing back against Futo's front. "You are fine for right now, aside from your insistence on stopping. The warmth and softness of your body against my back is...

... Ah, far too nice to ruin now." She let her voice get soft, just enough for Futo's ears and no others. "Now, let's make love as we are, now. Not as the circumstance would deem 'more fit'."