Anna's thoughts were just concentrated on keeping Jean's lips close, and not parting from them. This wasn't much like the movie scenes, where there was romance and music and a desperate grasp. They were exploring, at least she was, and figuring out their boundaries. But Jean seemed to want to do more.
But what was more?
Jean's moan made warm fuzzines cloud her mind again, lips dropping to kiss her chin for a moment before moving back up. Licking the corner of the redhead's mouth, Anna felt herself pull the redhead flush against her body, unaware that she had done so.