Mira chews on her lower lip, smiling, and says, "we can do that", already leaning up to kiss her.

She sort of intends the kiss to be brief, sweet but just - a start. But then she's kissing her, being kissed, pressing up into her hands and she can't think of a single reason to slow down. Mira slides a hand to her neck to tug her closer, her other hand spread against her side.