[Lacus is so natural in her movements that it may seem thoughtless, but not so. There's no regret or guilt in those thoughts however, not when she can feel Tyki's ever-shifting balance favoring his human side as he leans over her not in dominance or threat, but with interest. An earnest desire for contact -- contact that perhaps he has been missing. That he seems to need.]
[There is more to this than simple physical response, for Lacus. Her words are unable to reach where they're needed, and so this is how she must proceed. She's afraid of what Tyki might become if denied a gentle, human touch. And, though it's a whisper at best, part of Lacus' mind wonders if he might not take rejection very poorly. The worry is not for herself, the way Tyki moves over her allays any such trepidation, but for the future she wants for him. That she believes he could have.]
[Her towel, already loose, unravels entirely as she stretches up, and by the time she brushes his chest there's only skin. The kiss is broken by he sudden smile although she hovers close enough that their breath mingles, every bit as salient as the steam wafting around them.]