Luna blinks, her desire fighting with her practicality, you could almost hear the argument with her between her human and beast.<strong>Take her! She's begging!</strong><br/><em>But she'll regret it!</em><br/>After a few moments of mental wrestling she would try and pin Rachel against the wall, hold her hands up against it, dominant, but not hard, as she attempts to kiss her, fiercely and passionately, grinding her hips against hers. She keeps kissing, she smells musky and foresty, like fresh earth and woodsap.