[ stop making this a battle. you're the only person fighting is enjoyable with. someone powerful that Lenalee feels she needs to be on par with, even though when she tops her movements are slow and secretly nervous, and there's the niggling thought she's like this only because Rayfell is allowing it. Lenalee is being allowed to make hot journeys across her throat and to bite her shoulder. She's allowed thread their hands together- but only because that makes her unable to touch her legs, and that's fun to watch.
a frustrated growl, it seems, and Lenalee lies between Rayfell's legs, her lips feeling for all the ribs under her skin and her tongue charting per progress. she's never really considered female bodies attractive before, but the way Rayfell moves when she hits right make her cheeks burn ]