A delicious shiver ran through Lucy as she was manoeuvred into the lift and pressed between the wall and Corwen's body. Her breath caught at the soft touch to her breast and the more deliberate pressure between her legs and something in her gave. She melted against Corwen, hands coming up to press her even closer, eyes closing and just breathing in the scent of the other woman. With breath that was coming fast and shallow at the proximity and promise.
The lift stilled and the doors slid open, but she didn't want to move.