Sara only nodded, eyes now watching Clara through half-shut eyelids. She bent her neck into Clara's hand. How did this girl seem to know exactly her points of weakness? She should be concerned, at least she thought - not wanting to be one to be easily pacified, but couldn't find it in herself to be.
As Sara moved her lips tenderly against CLara's she took in the taste of the girl's lips, wanting more and more, wondering if she could ever get enough.
"Whatever you want." Sara said and began to place more kisses on Clara's neck, not even noticing that what she had just said had never left her mouth before. But she again found herself not caring, she would usually never want to talk, but talking to Clara had been proved to be entertaining itself, as well as the older girl's body.