Rather than giving any orders, Suguru is the one to move, sliding off the couch and scooting between Satoru's legs, pushing them apart. She looks up at the other woman, smirking slightly, and rests her hands on Satoru's thighs.

She's usually good with words, especially in these moments, but right now she's not sure what to say. There's still something awkward there, it feels like, and she has no clue how her normal dirty talk would land with Satoru. So much continues to throw her off, which she should have expected, she thinks, considering it's Satoru.

But she has wanted to do this for years, and even if nothing else happens between them, then at least Suguru can say she's gotten a taste of Satoru. She slides her fingers up her thighs, hooking them around the waist of her lounge pants, and tugging. "Lift up," she instructs, so she can tug those down, along with her underwear.