Instinctive, rather than deliberately, she shifts her legs just factionally further apart. Licks her lips as Lakshmi's hands press upwards, and exhales (relaxes, eases) as they drop lower. Somehow this feels more vulnerable for not being underwater, and part of it feels selfish, or— or she doesn't know what, really, but she presses her thighs together again. Her hands grip the left and right sides of the seat, and her toes are curled.

She feels— exhilarated and vulnerable at the same time.

"After, um. What?"

Biting her lip again as she looks down at Lakshmi, reaching down to trail her fingers over her wife's knuckles.