Mira can feel her heart double-time as she's pushed up against the wall, the cold of the brick rough against her back and the soft heat of Genevieve's body against hers; giving into the kiss. She groans, almost whimpers a little at the other girl's hands between her legs, biting her lip hard to keep quiet. She tilts her head back as Genevieve kisses her neck, catching her breath. There's something unbelievably sexy about it, the whole thing - the publicness, her dress pushed up, feeling so wanted, and she finds herself desperate to be touched, already wet and aching. It's been a while since she's done anything with anyone, much less something this intense, and Genevieve isn't pulling away at any turn. It feels amazing.

"I know I'd regret it," she manages to tease back, but it's half in an exhale, and she tangles her hand in Genevieve's hair to pull her back into a needy kiss, moaning against her lips and arching toward her fingers.