Caught: part two
Your girlfriend catches you touching yourself, turns a camera on and joins.
Your girlfriend catches you touching yourself, turns a camera on and joins.
5,505 words. 18+****
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Every other Tuesday at nine in the morning, Vera has online video therapy. You both sleep in a little, she has her appointment, and then afterwards you typically enjoy a slow morning of errands together. It’s become a ritual that you look forward to and enjoy, a small routine that you’ve fallen into since moving in together.
Vera knows that you respect her privacy during these appointments, but you take a few extra precautions so that she doesn’t worry about being overheard. You stay in bed and turn on loud rain sounds, but also wear little foam earplugs. You’re always sleepy when Vera leaves the room, she kisses you and pulls your sleep mask back over your eyes, and you assume that she thinks you fall back to sleep during her appointments. Sometimes you do.
Most weeks, this has turned into a small window of time to yourself. The chance to wake up lazily in private, however you want to. You adore your girlfriend, but occasionally there is something nice about waking up slowly, on your own. It’s become enough of a routine that you look forward to it, and as she gets around for her appointment your body remembers your own weekly routine.
This morning, Vera kisses you softly before climbing out of bed, and you watch the way her dragon tattoo moves as she pauses to stretch. She puts her glasses on and yawns, pulling her arms up above her head, her body going long and pretty. Your eyes drop to the curve of hips, and you admire the way that she moves as she picks out clothes. Tan skin and delicate blackwork vanishes from your view as she slips into a comfortable outfit. She pauses to run her fingers through her hair in the mirror, then turns to smile softly as you. She’s adorable, short hair curling at the bottom just above her shoulders, sleepy blue eyes behind glasses.
Passing you earplugs, she watches as you put them in, and kisses you once more before playfully pulling your sleep mask back down over your eyes. The gesture makes you throb, and you spend a few moments like that, growing wet as you lay in the dark with the sounds of muffled rain sounds.
You’re unsure how long it’s been, but you lift your sleep mask, glancing at your cracked open bedroom door. Your alarm clock tells you that it’s 9:05, and you sigh, hands immediately skimming down your sides to slide out of your underwear. Your dominant hand finds the space between your legs, and you rub broad circles over the outside of yourself, biting your lip and glancing at the door again.
You love living with Vera, and since moving in you’ve spent a lot of time in bed together. She’s fantastic, and you’ve never been with someone who consistently blows your mind the way that she can. As incredible as it is, sometimes you still crave these little moments to yourself, and every other Tuesday has become a built in time for that. You have a full hour to tease yourself, draw it out, do whatever you want. The rain sounds are turned up enough to drown out any noises you make, and a few of your quieter toys.
With one last glance at the door, you use your free hand to pull the mask back down over your eyes. This is part of it, the quiet, the dark, the illusion of getting caught. You use two fingers to open yourself up, sliding them in a teasing V around your clit. As you repeat the motion, you roll your fingers against each other, trapping that sensitive area between them, applying indirect pressure. You’re wet enough that your flingers slip over yourself, running along your clit on accident even when you’re trying to tease.
Your free hand wanders to your chest, flicking your nipple hard with the flat of your nail before rolling it into your fingers. Arching against your hand, you fully give in, two fingers turning slow circles with enough pressure to feel like relief. You make a small sound, or so you hope, unsure with your earbuds in place. Nervous energy drifts over you, and you bite your lip, not getting caught is part of the thrill. Lifting the edge of your eye mask, you peek at the door, exhaling when you see it in the same position.
Heat has crept over you, and you slide free of the blankets as you roll to your stomach. You arrange the pillows, quickly returning your hands to their previous locations. It feels different like this, allows you to grind into your fingers as they continue in circles. Your hips choose their own pressure and rhythm now, chasing sensation without plan, leaning in to whatever feels best.
You turn into the crook of your elbow, muffling your sounds there as you feel your clit throb against your fingertips. Absent-mindedly, you wonder about the time, feel like you’re getting close to the point of no return with yourself. The thought makes you quicken your fingers, press your hips into them more firmly. Pinching your nipple, you groan at the sparks that travel through you, clench against nothing as the edge of orgasm flickers into your awareness.
Tension grows in your back and abdominal muscles, your hips and thighs struggle to maintain rhythm as it overtakes you. Your breath catches, and you hold it there to stop the sounds that want to bubble out of you. Gentle tremors start in your thighs, your inner walls flutter against nothing, and your back seizes as orgasm rushes through you.
It overtakes you like a wave, rising until it’s overpowering. You force your hips to continue grinding forward into your fingers, intentionally giving in to bursts of overstimulation. It forces your breathing back with a sound, louder than you mean to be, and you burrow your face between the crook of your arm and the pillow.
When you start to come down, it doesn’t feel like an ending. Your hips want to move forward still, the sensations moving through you haven’t lead you to slow your fingers. You take out one ear plug, listening, and hear nothing over the rain sounds. Slipping it back in, you reach for your air vibe. It’s perfect for this moment because it’s quiet, but also just one of your favorites regardless.
You move it between your legs, turning it on and making a small sound, rolling your hips into it. It’s immediately good in a way that makes you think that you could come again quickly, and you push the button twice to move it into its third setting. It’s too much, but that was your intention, and you try to muffle the noise that escapes you. You force your hips to continue forward, pushing into the slight discomfort, legs shaking at the intensity. The pressure in your stomach already feels near bursting, and you pulse against nothing, are hit with the sudden want for something there as pleasure continues to build.
Your body feels like it starts to seize up, tension rising again in your back and thighs. Movement becomes more difficult, but it feels like you’re on the edge of throwing yourself into a second orgasm, and you increase the setting on the toy one more time. It’s electric, far too much, and abruptly forces you to come. Your hips try to arch away, but you hold yourself in place, biting your lip and holding your breath to keep quiet.
There’s an overwhelming sensation that tickles at you, something that always feels like too much, even for you. You shift away slightly, that feeling lessening but still lingering in the background. The change in angle feels good in a different way, and you push into it even as you start to come down.
Lifting one corner of your sleep mask, you glance at the time, and think that you could probably have one more before Vera is done with her appointment. You cover your eyes again, reaching for the strap that you’d placed near the pillows. Blindly, you pat the bed alongside you, laughing under your breath at how ridiculous this must look.
You jump when you feel a hand curl around your ankle, fingertips trying to find the button to quickly turn the vibrator off. The bed moves near your feet, and you feel Vera climb over you. Her fingertips whisper through your hair to pull at the earplugs, and you finally find the button to turn the vibrator off.
She kisses your shoulder, breath against your skin as she speaks, “Woww, mami, going for a third? What has you so worked up this morning?”
You feel yourself blush, “How long have you been here?”
“My therapist canceled, I didn’t notice her text until I was setting up for the appointment.”
Groaning, you say, “You’ve been here the whole time?”
She laughs, “I don’t think I missed much. You didn’t answer the question though, what has you so worked up this morning?”
“I don’t know? It just feels good”, you say, reaching for the sleep mask.
Her hands stop you, “You can keep that on baby. You looked so pretty that I started recording, caught the whole thing. Were you looking for the strap? I took it, was waiting to see how long it took you to notice.”
Your clit throbs at her words, and a sound falls out of you. She shifts down your body slightly, straddling the back of your thigh, and her knee pushes your other leg away. Her fingertips slip under you, trace a pathway along the underside of the toy, off but still pressed against you. After a few passes she moves them down to your entrance, teasing circles before moving them forward forcefully.
She curls them in you rapidly, hitting the soft spot along your inner wall as she speaks, “Turn that back on mi vida, fourth setting, where you had it.”
Moaning, you do as she asks, returning the toy to its fourth setting. You clench against her fingers, and her name falls from your lips with a gasp.
“You got so wet all by yourself. Looked so sexy, your hips moving like that. Now you’re all needy on my fingers, fuck nena. I can’t wait to watch this back later, show you how good you look.”
Her body shifts over you, and you feel her sweatpants moving down her legs. She presses back into your thigh, skin to skin now, and grinds in against you. It sends sparks through you, feeling how wet she is against you, knowing that you got her that worked up. Her fingers continue to hammer against the spot inside of you, building your pleasure back up quickly in combination with her words and the feeling of her wetness rolling into you.
“I hope you’re ready for a few more, love. You have me so turn on, we’re going to be here for a while.”
It makes you pulse against her fingers, you know that she means her words. You’ve already come twice, she’s going to see how high she can get that number. When she says things like this, she leaves you limp afterwards.
“Turn it up to five for me, cariño.”
You push the button again, turning the toy into its highest setting. The sound that comes out of you is high pitched, and your hips twitch as oversensitivity returns. Her free hand presses into your lower back, fingers curling along your side, holding you in place against the sensation. The overwhelming feeling returns, and you shift slightly to the side.
“Stay still, hermosa, take it. I want to see you come again, with my finger inside this pretty pussy.”
Her hand nudges you slightly to the side, pushing you back into your previous position. You arch against the full feeling of that overwhelming pressure, feel yourself holding back against it. It feels like too much in a way that is unexplored, something that you’ve never pushed past. Even as you feel yourself approaching orgasm again, you maintain your hold on that feeling, keep it at bay as you start to come undone.
It snaps through you, immediately more intense than the previous two, and you cry out at how perfect her fingers feel inside you. She makes a sound of her own, hips moving more quickly against your thigh. It sends fresh sparks through you, and you spasm against her curling motion. Your body almost freezes at it all, softly shivering at the overstimulation as the waves of orgasm shift.
You struggle to come down, your body almost relaxing, but then tensing again as overstimulation nips at you. Each new burst of it makes you clench against her fingers, and your sounds have become almost a whine.
“Mírate. Dios mío, so fucking sexy”, her words fluctuate with her breathing, and you notice the snappy way that she grinds into you now.
Her fingers disappear from you unexpectedly, and you whine her name.
She laughs, a low, sexy sound. Her core continues to roll into your thigh as she speaks, “She’s an impatient little thing, calm down.”
Coolness presses into you suddenly, and you twitch, but then push into it with a moan. The strap bottoms out into you quickly, more full than her fingers, and she starts to move it in and out of you. It feels delicious, almost a relief against the overstimulation at your clit. Each time it bottoms out, she pushes the base against your entrance, and exquisite pleasure blooms through you. The sensation settles in your stomach, so intensely good that you feel yourself moving back into the strap. It disrupts the seal of the air vibe under you, loud little bursts of sound erupting every few seconds.
You hear her laugh again, and she says “You’re moving too much for that mami, here.”
The strap halts inside of you, and you feel her hands moving on the bed as her hips slow along your thigh. Her hand moves under you, and she pulls the air vibe away, turning it off.
“Lift up”, she murmurs.
When you do, she positions a pillow under your hips, and you feel the large rounded end of the wand toy slide under you. It changes your angle, making your lower back naturally arch. She turns the toy on, immediately flipping it into its second setting. Her hand finds yours, guiding it to hold the toy in place.
The strap resumes inside of you, and you moan at the difference in angle, “Fuuuck, Vera.”
She hums, snappy against your thigh again, so wet that it feels like she’s slippery along your skin. You feel captivated by everything running through you, find it difficult to focus on one specific aspect of sensation when so many are at play. The wand toy is more broad than the air vibe, covering your core more fully, and the type of vibration itself is different as well. The quick switch has you reeling, clit throbbing as it adjusts. She doesn’t give it time, hand leaving your hip to flick the toy into its third setting. Your hips halt as you gasp, back arching, and her hand returns to your hip. She presses you down, and you cry out, that overwhelming sensation springing up again with ferocity.
“Ver, I-”
“Shh, you’re ok, I’ve got you.”
“It’s-... fuck, I-”, words feel impossible with it all.
It’s as though something breaks within you, every bit of your control snapping at once. All of your muscles tense, orgasm ripping through you. The pressure in your stomach feels explosive, pushing you beyond that overwhelming feeling, suddenly releasing in an overpowering flood. Your mind cannot process the wetness that you sense along your inner thighs, under you. The wand buzzes louder than normal, audible moisture in the vibration. Your inner walls tighten on the strap, clenching hard against it.
Vera makes a sound, voice breaking as she says, “Did you-”, moaning long as her hips stutter against you.
The way that she moves, the tone of her noises, tells you that she’s coming on your thigh. It somehow elevates it all further for you, and your legs shake as one of the most powerful orgasms you’ve ever experienced continues to overtake you. You go almost limp with it, lost to how incredibly intense it is, body shifting upwards with the force of how hard she moves the strap inside you. She feels wild against you, hips pressing into you so firmly that you feel her clit throbbing against your skin.
Her hips gradually slow, soft sounds falling from her mouth as she grinds in long, deep strokes against you. You cry out, so oversensitive now that your eyes leak against the sleep mask. She coos at you, hand leaving your back to move the vibrator, strap unceasing still. Her fingers slide into the space under your folds, and you groan, grinding into them in relief after so much vibration.
“Mi vida, I think you just squirted?”, she almost whispers, her voice curious.
She pulls the strap from you, moaning as she grinds into you deeply for a few more long passes before moving off of you. You whine as she rolls you over suddenly, limp and working to catch your breath, and you sense wetness under your back. Her hands spread your legs as she positions herself between them, and you feel her breath warm against you as her fingers whisper over your folds.
“Mami, you’re fucking dripping. Oh my god, you squirted.”
Her fingers leave you and you feel her tongue flicker into their place. She moans, fingers digging into your thighs as her tongue explores you, seemingly taking in the increased moisture there. It’s way too much, and your hips try to arch away, but she keeps you in place. Two fingers move into you slowly, gentle, as curious as her mouth feels against you. She makes another sound into you, and you pulse against her, whimpering as your eyes start to run again.
“Vera, please, fuck. It’s too much”, you whine.
She laughs against you, little puffs of warm air that make your hips jerk.
“I just need a minute, please”, you groan.
Kissing your clit softy, then your thigh, she moves up your body. She kisses you gently, groaning against your lips as you feel her wetness press into your hipbone. Her mouth leaves yours, and you feel her shift up you further, thighs moving past your shoulders.
“Ma, you just squirted. I’m so fucking turned on. You can take a minute, but I can’t wait.”
You blindly reach for her, fingertips fanning out along her ass as she settles in over you. Her body shifting over you like this is so familiar that you can picture it even with your eyes covered, and your clit pulses as fresh arousal washes over you. It’s so ingrained that you sense when she’s over you, and your tongue slips perfectly through her folds as you feel her thighs against your face. She takes up all of your available senses, her scent and taste hit you simultaneously as your lips brush against her softness. Want rolls over you in waves, you press your fingertips into her, pulling her closer and taking in how sweet she is here.
She whispers your name, lust in the quiet tone of her voice, as her fingertips trace the edge of your eye mask. One dips under the edge of the material and she makes a sound, hips twitching above you as you feel her clit pulse on your tongue.
“Love, did I make your eyes water?”
You try to nod, moaning into her.
The fabric against your eyes shifts, and you blink against the sudden light, squinting to find her above you. She comes into focus and you make a sound, the ache in you increasing at how stunning she looks over you. Gorgeous skin and toned muscle stretch out above the place that your mouth works against her, ink beautifully decorating her, a roadmap that you get lost in on the way to her eyes.
Her thumb passes over the still damp outer corner of your eye, “Mírate. You took it so well for me, until it made your eyes water. Now you’re giving it so good, gonna make me come with that pretty mouth.”
Your eyelashes flutter against her thumb, and she murmurs, “So fucking perfect for me. I love you.”
It hits you in the chest somehow, tenderness even as she grinds her clit on your tongue. You love this aspect of your relationship, the way that you’re completely feral for each other, but with love. It settles into you, heat rising along your skin, and you feel the blush creeping down your neck and chest. Groaning, you work into her with that energy, eating into her almost hungrily. Her eyes roll back, neck going long as she looks up at the ceiling. It makes you itch to kiss along her collarbone, leave marks on her neck, so you put more pressure into her clit instead.
She grinds into you with increasing urgency, her clit brushing against your nose, thighs tightening on your face. The lower part of your face is coated in her, but somehow you always want more, even when you’re buried in her. You rub your thighs together, clit needy again, back from oversensitivity. It shifts in you, feels almost wild somehow, and your fingertips press into her skin hard enough to bruise.
Her head snaps down, blue eyes finding yours, her pupils blown out. “Nena, I could spend all day on your tongue.”
You moan into her, and she continues, voice low and punctuated by her uneven breaths, “Qué rico, I don’t know how you do this. Always making it the best for me.”
She cries out, arching, voice broken as she almost babbles, “Someday I need to make you my wife, never go a day without this.”
Your mind reels, arousal and love soaring through you as you move one hand down on her, pushing forward slightly. She gets the hint, leans forward on you, her body pressing into your nose as she shifts. You slide your fingers along the back of her folds, intersecting with your tongue as you coat them in wetness. They drift to her entrance, two fingers moving into her quickly, curling rapidly when your knuckles bottom out. Her back arches further somehow as her inner walls clench against your fingers, which dig into the soft spot under her bellybutton with as much pressure as you can give her.
Tension spreads through her, starting in her thighs and lower abdominals, visibly moving into her shoulders and neck. She bites her lip, hips snapping into you, grinding in deep strokes that end in pushing back onto your fingers. Crying out, she clamps down on your fingers so hard that you feel it all the way along her folds, movement fluttering against your tongue. Her fingers tangle into your hair, tugging slightly as you watch her come apart for you.
She’s beautiful in orgasm, so sexy that you hurt with it, desire beyond words. You try to push that need into her, feel the way she flinches at your urgency, slight overstimulation. It’s ironic, overstimulating her now, after she pushed you further than you’ve ever gone, and your laugh is muffled in her core. Her thighs start to tremble as you continue, tongue not letting up against her, thrilling in the way she flutters against your fingertips. She bites her lip, blue eyes hazy with pleasure, eyelashes flickering as her hips struggle against you. Her clit starts to drift away from your mouth as she flinches with overstimulation, but her hips roll back into your fingers like she can’t help it.
“Get the harness”, you murmur.
“Mami, your fingers”, she whines.
“I know sweetheart, I want you to get on your hands and knees for me.”
She nods, making a sound as she moves back into your fingers. You laugh, pulling your fingers from her and pushing up against her hips. She moves out of the way, and you roll towards your bedside table. Opening it, your fingers locate the harness, lube, and small pink vibrator. Your hands move quickly, fueled by urgency and familiarity, slipping into the harness and putting the vibrator into its inner pocket. You find the strap, eyes moving to her camera, fixing on the lens as you put the strap in place. Smirking, you look down to smooth lube along it.
When you turn, a groan falls from you at how she looks. In the middle of the bed, she’s on her knees, resting on her forearms with her face pressed sideways into pillows. She smiles softly, back arching, moving her hips side to side temptingly.
“Look at you, goddamn”, you say as you crawl towards her on her bed.
Your fingers wander along the frame of her glasses as you lean in to kiss her briefly, pressing in gently. You nip her lip as you pull back, eyes finding hers again.
“Te amo mucho”, you whisper against her lips.
“Yo también te amo”, she says, emotion mixed with lust in her voice.
You groan, “I need you so bad baby, I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”
“Por favor” she whines, and it hits you so deeply that you feel weak with it.
You’re in motion immediately, hands finding her hips as you move into place behind her. Looking up, you consider the camera, pulling her by the hips as you try to put her in the best space for it. She makes an impatient sound and you laugh.
“Mi amor, our little video. Want to be able to watch how good you take it for me.”
She moans, impatience in the tones of it as her hip tilt up at you, rolling almost in a dance that makes her ass look too good. It’s unfair how she hides this all under baggy clothes, she has the perfect curves. You smack her ass, your clit throbs at the way it moves, and you reach into the harness to turn the little vibrator on. Your eyes close at those first few seconds of that sensation, still sensitive from everything that she did to you.
Groaning, your eyes return to her, and you slide the strap forward through her folds. She’s gorgeous from behind, pink and swollen against the colored silicone. You get lost watching her, but your eyes snap to hers when she whines again, a small sound mixed with a moan.
It snaps something in you, and one hand braces the base of the strap as you position it, slamming forward into her without warning. She cries out, mouth open in an expression that reads as shocked pleasure. Grinding in, you make a sound of your own at the way it feels to press into her with the vibrator against your clit, delicious sensation blooming there.
You start moving, quick from the start, need behind your hips. Your eyes break from hers to flicker to the camera, then dart down to where you move in her. It’s overwhelmingly good, the sight of her gripping the strap, clinging to it as you pull out, softness giving in to you when you push back in. The awareness of the video she started licks at you, excitement to be able to watch this back, show her how good she looks like this.
“Vera Maria, we’re gonna watch this back later, see how sexy you look taking it for me.”
Her head moves on the pillow slightly, and you imagine those blue eyes locking with the camera as you fuck her. “Taking it so good for me, honey. Tell the camera how you feel.”
“Dios, cariño, it’s everything. Más duro, por favor. I want it harder.”
Slamming into her, your voice shifts as your body crashes into her, “Like this, beautiful? Is this hard enough for you?”
“Más duro. Más, as hard as you can. I want to feel it tomorrow.”
Your fingertips press into her hips, hard enough that you imagine the bruises you’re leaving, and you rail into her. “Play with yourself for me, Ver. Make yourself feel good.”
Her shoulderblade angles downward, dragon tattoo shifting with the movement, and she makes a sound when her fingers find herself. “That’s it. Keep your eyes on the camera until you come, wanna watch those pretty eyes while I see myself fuck you.”
Crying out, she pushes back into you, moaning your name. You smack her ass again in the same spot as before, eyes holding there as her skin turns pink, and repeat the motion to see it darken. She’s almost a continuous string of sound at this point, moans mixed with loud breathing and gasps. Her shoulders relax against the pillow now, she looks boneless, fully lost to being taken. It’s heady, sparks of arousal shoot to your clit, and you feel yourself throb against the vibrator. Reaching down, you reach into the harness to turn it into its second setting.
“You better tell me when you’re close, use those words of yours for our little video.”
She doesn’t respond, and you laugh, “Baby, do you hear me?”
Clearing her throat, she nods against the pillow, “I’m already getting there, está tan bueno. Que rico, just like thatí.”
“Still moving those fingers for me?
“Sí”
“Tell me, Vera. Let the camera know what you’re doing to yourself.”
She gasps, back twitching, “I’m moving them in quick circles, you got me so wet mami.”
You groan, “Me too, baby. I love how wet you always get for me.”
It hits you how close you are, but you want to see her come again before you do. “Faster for me, love. Need you to come before I do.”
Your eyes watch her back, see the confirmation that she did what you asked. “Good girl, look at you tensing up for me.”
She moans, eyes fluttering, glasses slightly askew against the pillow. Her short hair is adorably haphazard, bouncing against her face and neck with the force of your hips as you move into her. She looks soft, lost with it, completely yours.
“Eres mío. Do you know that?”
“Yes”, she says, voice barely above a whisper.
“Tell me.”
“I’m yours. Fuck, I’m gonna come”, her voice breaks at the end.
Her thighs start to shake, and your eyes dart down, watch how her ass moves with that movement. She cries out, entrance fluttering on the strap, pulsing as she starts to come. Biting your lip, the feeling in your stomach rises and your gaze crawls up her, taking in every inch of how stunning she is. Her eyes stay fixed on the camera, or try to, eyelids drifting closed when you bottom out and grind in.
Your rhythm starts to falter as your clit steals your focus, sensation bursting as you tumble into orgasm with her. It slams into you, especially intense, awareness of earlier lingering in the nerves there. You pull her back into you, pushing into the vibrator and intentionally bringing overstimulation back again. The corners of your eyes prickle with it, and you feel a small burst of that overwhelming feeling from earlier returning. Your body arches with it, and you sense increased wetness along your folds.
You ride the waves of it together, bodies moving in delicious harmony that follows sensation. Time leaves your notice, all of you in this moment of pleasure with her, fixed on how you float through it almost as one. Coming down feels smooth, so gradual it’s almost unnoticeable.
Her body almost collapses into the pillows, hips dropping forward as she falls to her stomach. It makes your clit throb, and you hold her hips, grinding without pulling the strap from her. She arches into it and moans your name, a sound that will never get old. Eventually your hips still, you press forward as much as you can and hold, eyes closing. Your eyes water and you gasp, hips twitching. They open to watch as you slowly pull the strap from her, so pretty that it makes you still want more, even as you fall limp beside her.
Scooping her into your arms, you kiss her shoulder and laugh softly, catching your breath before you speak. “I need like two minutes, but I’m not done with you. Could you go for more?”
She hums, nodding, hair tickling your face as she says, “God yes.”
“Good. We’re gonna put the video on the TV in the living room, you’re gonna ride me while we watch it.”
“Fuck”, she murmurs
You focus on trying to catch your breath, mind reeling with the idea of what that video looks like. Kissing her shoulder, you feel your heart racing in your chest. Your hands wander her side as you let your thoughts wander, breaths slowing in time with hers.