Nothing's off-limits. It's a sentiment that startles her, leaves her dizzy with lust yet rendered strangely speechless with intimidation. Having a hot babe beneath her in a bed, breathless and asking to be touched all over-- it's the stuff of late-night fantasies, of dreams that had long felt beyond her reach. All this is made all the more maddening by the feel of Lenore's hands at her breasts, nipples hard and erect and flushed with pleasure as the soft pads of her owner's thumbs roll over them. She gasps, eyes hot, feeling alight with longing. The fear that she'll fuck this up and prove disappointing only adding further fuel to her fire.

"Okay. Okay..." she says, words whispered soft beneath her breath and more to herself than to Lenore, but still she dips low to kiss her again. Longer this time, deeper, her tongue licking slow into the vampire's mouth as she rests all her weight on one arm, slides her freed hand along the glorious curves of Lenore's body. Down to the dip of her waist, then up to shyly cup one breast, fingers slipping beneath the gauzy fabric of her negligée. Her skin feels supple and soft, slightly warm to the touch, not at all like the nightmarish monster she has been taught to expect.

"Fuck," she says, the weight of Lenore's breast resting against her palm, calloused fingers sliding to circle her nipple with far more care than Lenore had asked for, "fuck, this is actually happening."