She sighs, the little reactions always gave too much away. Her nails scratching against his shoulder as his mouth curves on her skin. That, so surely, could be no more than she wanted. Him to touch, him to look at her, and want nothing other than the woman in front of him. To have those grey eyes, his clever mouth, his kind words, all to herself.

Lakshmi reached behind her, searching for the hand at her back to guide it up. To the bare piece of skin that sat between her top and skirt. Encouraging him to touch, rather - to keep touching. Once she's sure he would not stop she leant to kiss him again. Because it covers - a shyness. At odds with what she wants and how terrifying that is. But if she does it like this, so close that there was nothing more than a breath between them. To reach up to her shoulder and begin to loosen the ties that kept all her garments together as she keeps kissing him. ( Only, just one moment where that takes up more than everything she is capable of in sheer distraction of that ) But, a trick of comfortable clothing perhaps - just one tug, and the material begins to loosen over her body. The rest, she thinks he can figure out as she begins to lean into him more eagerly. Her minimal task done and a far more enticing one in front of her.

Something she gives herself too as surely as she gave herself to anything. The needy, desperately soft sound that she presses into his mouth. Her hands coming to brace either side of his neck. Harder, quicker, how badly she wants him, have him all to herself that fills her up.