Genevieve kisses a little like she dances: intent and skillfully and unhurried. Mira sighs, tilting her head into the kiss, her thumb tracing lazily at the skin where the girl's shirt pulls away from her shorts. Mira hasn't been kissed in a while, not seriously; she's not sure if there's a consensus on how good she is to kiss but being kissed , that's something she could get more of.

All of this is: the other girl's hands on her, that pleased hum that coils right through her - that she could definitely get more of.

She pulls back to catch her breath for just a moment, and shifts to press a kiss to her neck. "So, do we agree?" she teases, low against her skin.

There's a part of her that doesn't trust this, like if she doesn't do everything she's feeling right now it'll never happen again. But, mostly she's stopped secondguessing feeling good, for now.