She does not fully anticipate it - the rush, the eagerness with which Rani claims her. She hardly feels as though she can drink in the kisses fast enough, doesn't know where to settle her own hands because she is so aware of the warm touches running over her body, exploring. A whimper, as Rani bites her collarbone, and finally she grasps at her hair, encouraging her to carry on. More, harder, whatever she wants to do.

And those words. They are almost more than the touches.

"If I'd known I'd—" her breath hitches, "I'd have ordered them all away." Almost lost to breathlessness, as those hands keep moving over her body. It's intoxicating, and part of her doesn't want it to stop, just this part.