Impatience will get her nowhere with Teren, who smirks to herself at the little sounds the woman is making. Go on? She will, when she pleases.
For now, she releases Lakshmi's hair in order to use both hands on her knees, pushing them outward as she herself lowers to the ground. Then, a clawlike grip pulls Lakshmi to the edge of the bed, hot breath and a teasing, exploratory tongue here to meet her, flicking in and then out again in the practiced, rhythmic motions of someone who has definitely done this before.
Her hold on Lakshmi's thighs is tight, nails pressing into the soft flesh, perhaps enough to leave faint bruises on anyone who wouldn't heal them immediately.