Eagerly, she parted her lips to allow the woman entry into her mouth. As the dance continued, she became more aggressive, and even nipped at the woman's lower lip with a devilish smirk adorning her own. The tickle of Tsumi's hand at her side caused her to flinch, as well as the dextrous, nimble fingertips working higher, past her knee to her thigh. Breaking the kiss with a deep inhalation of breath, she reached an arm down to the other, gently, but almost desperately, clawing to bring her closer. "Maybe I'll like your plans, too," she commented, softly scratching her fingernails down Order's cheek. Her free hand reached for Tsumi's, holding onto it as it slid down her side.