[A long roll of her hips allows it, the fabric sliding easily over her skin. For a long moment Lacus just seems to accept it, but again her seeming passivity is an illusion easily dispelled. She snags Rebecca's wrists and rolls them over, and she's strong for a slight woman so there'll be no arguing.]
[Once they're situated, a lazy stretch which ends with Lacus dipping down, her breath fanning over Rebecca's stomach while deft fingers tug at the fastening of her cargo pants. When her lips find skin again it's a slow kiss, maybe seductive if it weren't so playful.]