Methe felt her mouth go a bit dry. She hadn't wanted anyone so viscerally for a long time, it was like being hit over the head. "I-yes. I'd like that," she replied, her eyes darting to the other woman's mouth to her eyes then back again. She could see a picture in her head, of herself stretched out on red sheets, her hair fanned out behind her head. "Apparently I'd like that a lot."