[Whatever part of Lacus remains in that moment is all too eager to respond, her arms circling Rebecca as she tips backwards, less a fall and more a graceful shift. A softness materializes beneath them, exactly what it might be isn't spared much thought. She quite enjoys the feeling of being pressed between the soft, cool surface beneath her and the warm, inviting body above. Her limbs are busy as well, knee bending up between Rebecca's, hands sliding over a smooth back, tugging downward. Rebecca might notice Lacus' clothes suddenly turn to lace, which is something she always associates with this sort of contact.]