She doesn't waste time, not with that. Not a second. That wholeness exchanged between them as she leans in, kissing her again, just as forcefully demanding, but she doesn't stay there this time, either. Not because she stops. Some deep need to claim every bit of her that she could not place, that was not fitting in any way for either of positions. Magni is the Jarl, her duties lie elsewhere, and beyond each other, here and now, Lakshmi always understood and respected that.

But right now? Right now she was hers, and they had as much time as they could be given for her to - to make sure Magni knew it. Knew how much she meant to her. A want that for all the grief her wife had known before Lakshmi had arrived, she would wash it away under this.

Her head turns, beginning to tilt down her neck, running her hands raggedly over Magni's body. "I have wanted to kiss you everywhere." She admits, somewhere near her ear, then further, by her collarbone, she bites, breathes into her skin. "I look at you, so often, wanting too. There are always others and I must not." She feels as feverish as when she had been touched if demanding in a different way.