Sara’s hands on her ass made Clara no longer doubt that the other girl might want to go further. Pressing up with her leg, Clara pressed her thigh up between Sara’s legs. Lightly, she swayed back and forth, feeling her warmth on her naked leg.
“We can’t stay here much longer,” Clara moaned into the kiss. “Madame…Pince will know…what time we leave when…she checks the wards,” she informed Sara.
“There is no way were aren’t continuing this though,” Clara growled, grinning ferally before resuming the kiss.