Is she ever. Mira feels like all her nerve endings are turned to about a hundred.

She's sure she'll feel a little silly about it in the morning, and it's a weird thought at this moment, but the "baby" is nice; it's been a while since she's had sex but it's been even longer since someone's called her baby (at least, someone who wasn't creepily yelling at her from across a street). There's no real obligation for Genevieve to be sweet, or this attentive, much less in an alley at midnight a little tipsy.

Mira gasps as Genevieve pushes up inside her, the combination of sensations; she wasn't even aware how exactly she wanted that until she's tensing against Genevieve so hard and suddenly that she can't even breathe. "God. Yes - please -" It's not even coherent as she shudders around her.