Mira grins into the kiss, tucking her hands into Genevieve's back pockets with a squeeze to urge her even more firmly against her, her own dress insubstantial and flimsy between the press of their bodies.

She bites her lip as the girl moves to her neck, a laugh turning into a sigh. "Should you..." This time the arch of her hips and the grip of her hand is more unconscious as Genevieve's mouth finds a sensitive spot.

"Anywhere in particular... you want to explore?" she asks, dragging her fingers upwards, slowly, lingering, actually exploring the planes and curves of her. She rakes over the curve of her breast with the back of her nails, palms back over.

God, there are some places she really hopes she does.