Clara’s fingers kept up their gentle motions in Sara’s hair. Dipping a little lower, one hand began to lightly massage her neck. “Does that feel good?” she whispered softly, a smile turning up the corners of her lips.
“Well, that is good to hear.” Clara kissed her back. The kiss was intoxicating and Clara knew she wasn’t going to be able to go without getting more and more of them. Sara would hopefully feel the same way.
“Is this our chance to talk or…something else?” Clara asked with a wry smile.