Hot smutty tl;dr is never a bad thing
[Rayfell keeps coming back to this--to her--and there's this horrible dark edge of her that she thinks will always want to. Sometime ago it stopped being about that cursed lust and became more about base need. She'd love to say it was no-strings-attached, but she can't. Lenalee isn't like the others--Lenalee is one that could end up The Betrayed rather than The Accomplice. She should feel more guilty about that than anything, but she doesn't.
She doesn't care enough to let some of the water out, letting it slosh around them as she wraps her legs loosely around Lenalee's slim waist and to-die-for thighs. Those cheeks are as embarrassed and ashamed, but the want in those eyes still steals her breath--not that she needs it.
Long fingers run up Lenalee's shoulders and into her hair--oh the hair, Rayfell will never get tired of touching it--and then down to those lips. Why aren't they touching?]
Usually you want me to shut up. Am I finally getting to you, Little Swan?