[Not building for long at the rate Lacus is going. Slender but insistent fingers slip under cloth, tugging pants and whatever's beneath them down and away as she glances up to shoot Rebecca a coy look.]
[Fingertips now skimming up a thigh, Lacus' lips resume their lazy path downward, gently sucking where she seems sensitive. Her fingers work their way to where she knows they're needed, teasing and exploring, lingering wherever she hears a reaction.]