[Rayfell likes danger. It makes her hot like the air in her chest is heated by a furnace she can't turn off. That sense of trickling adrenaline before it turns into a full burst of need. Her hands have to touch and they want to touch those legs. Damn, they go on forever and Rayfell's never been shy about showing her own off, but Lenalee's are perfect in every way. Perfect skin, perfect muscles, perfect tightness right up to the curve of her ass.]
Maybe I'll just have to change your mind.
[She's pinned but that doesn't stop her from sliding her hand up as much of that leg as she can reach. Where's the friction they had? She wants it back.]