Ink smiled into the hungry, sloppy kiss. Being deprived of oxygen while thoroughly engulfed by Lara's delectable loins and Lara's powerful orgasm had left them both a little woozy. Ink felt a little drunk, both from her concoction earlier and from just how sexually charged their, so far, short aerial coupling.<br/><br/>She folded herself against Lara once their kiss broke, still breathing a little heatedly. She hadn't gotten off but it had been an intense experience nonetheless and she'd piggy backed, telepathically, on Lara's senses. "What do you want to talk about?" she asked. Having shifted a little the side, she let her fingers play over Lara's abdomen, index finger circling the shallow divot of her bellybutton.