Janaece tilted her face slowly, her own heart a-flutter and her eyes detecting a natural measure of shyness and hesitancy in the other girl. She could barely explain it herself - she wouldn't usually have initiated this with such unhesitant swiftness, but something about her, or about this place, or the swift drink of champagne, or all three, sent a warm feeling up through her breast and throat, and she knew she wished it.<br/><br/>Her lips brushed Mideala's, lightly passing by at first, airy and brief as butterfly wings, then sliding back across with more press. Her own lips opened and closed softly, as if to drink the other girl in. She pursed both her lips around Mideala's lower lip, then tugged it out just a bit, and let it go with a faint wet popping sound. She playfully licked the surface of Mideala's lips, kissed her, then kissed her cheek to whisper toward that pointed ear.<br/><br/>"Mmm, I like this gloss. I ought to wear some too...though I suppose now I am. it<em>is</em>tasty. Real gold, I think I detect? Best be sure..." she kissed Mideala again, more wetly and open-mouthed, her tongue caressing the underside of Mideala's upper lip and dancing within the threshold of her mouth."<br/><br/>She encircled the elf's waist with a hand to massage her lower back, and loved the warmth of their bodies brushing, chest to chest, in a gentle press.