[She falls onto the couch with a little umph, an inquisitive look on her face. She wants to see what Lenalee has planned. That skin, those legs--it's hard to restrain herself.
Rayfell shudders, arcing a little into those nails, a hand sliding along Lenalee's knee, then thigh. Her other comes up to cup Lenalee's cheek.]
You don't want to give me one? Something that is just...[She leans in and licks at Lenalee's lips.]...between us.