The fact that they were practically in the middle of the dance floor didn't seem to matter anymore, and to all but the most keen of eyes she looked as though she belonged there just as much as anyone else. She watched the woman's reactions carefully, any confusion she might have felt hidden carefully beneath a mask of her own creation.
Her laugh was audible for a moment, long enough for Hannah to seize it as an encouraging sign, but the kiss effectively cut off any plans for what her next move would be. The dark haired woman was taller, and it was instinct rather than experience that caused her to arch slightly against her lips. Thoughts too faint to understand swirled in the back of her mind, where she was also aware of Boyd's hands and lips against her neck. The turn of her head was slight, almost unnoticeable under the lights - but it was there.
She shifted closer, managing to keep a bit of space between herself and the other woman, angling her body slightly to the side as her own tongue slid out to meet the other.