Well, now, and that isn't a request for her to stop, so Miho doesn't. Perhaps the girl will pass out before she manages to say anything coherent. Which would be a pity, it occurs to her, so she lets the girl down slowly, reeling her back in wit soft carresses, and eventually, carefully, slinks back up the quivering body to nestle at her side.

One hand soothes gently, long slow stroking movements. She kisses the pale shoulder she rests her head on, and reaches up, gently unfastening the handcuffs.