[Then onto her back on the bed she goes. Max almost loses balance when she follows her, her inability to see leading to a hand placed wrong, but she recovers before the loss of perfect grace can be too noticeable or break the mood.
And Max likes it like this. She doesn't bother interlocking their legs together this time; she sweeps her hand down Raven's stomach, stroking the warm skin as she - slightly, betrayingly clumsily - finds Raven's mouth again and sinks into a slower, more careful kiss.]