[Nadine laughs, leaning into Julie, pressing herself against the other woman's back. No, there's not going to much of a massage as it turns out. The sheer amount of her own arousal and need to be rolling around in bed with Julie right now is far too distracting.]

I found the recipe in an old book. I think...I maybe need to adjust some of the ingredient amounts.

[Or just slap a warning label on it.

Reluctantly, she sits back to quickly wrestle her chemise off and toss it aside. That taken care of she presses herself again against Julie, molding herself to her, reaching around to run her hands over Julie's thighs, her waist, her breasts. Her mouth finds Julie's shoulder, teeth scraping lightly.]

I think I remember saying something about getting you off, and I think we should do that right now.