[Her hand does shift away, slowly, leaving a damp trail across his chest and over his shoulder as she pulls herself closer. Everything about her response is relaxed, from her playful, plying lips to the light drag of her fingertips over the back of his neck. It's difficult for her to define how much of this is curiosity in drawing Tyki further out, and how much her own desire. Lacus can't deny her own rather compelling response to his touch, which she makes evident with a content, almost dreamy sigh.]
[In twisting herself closer to him, Lacus can feel the already precarious cover of her towel loosening. She pays it little attention, and in fact smiles into his kiss. Perhaps she should mind the idea, but she doesn't. His touch has always been oddly tender toward her, respectful and almost adoring in its way. Pieces of him she can only coax out when they're like this, skin to skin, with nothing between them.]
[Tempting, then, to rid herself of the towel entirely, but no. Patience in this situation will most likely prove worthwhile in showing her yet again how Tyki treats her, how carefully he proceeds, whether he still has that consideration he's always shown her before.]