The sight of Sweetwater's boldness is... well... enticing, certainly... a little intimidated by the sheer size of her-- and size not referring strictly to her height and rippling muscles-- she's overcome by a twinge of self-consciousness that, by comparison to Sweetwater, she hasn't really a curve at all.<br/><br/>Then, as Sophie sprawls back into the water, so enticingly presenting herself... she can't shake the feeling that it's more than comfort, it's an invitation... or, if not, well... aren't some things worth the risk..?<br/><br/>Quitxi rolls her eyes skywards and whispers to the gods, "you either hate me, or you're spoiling me rotten... maybe both..."  before she bends gracefully over where Sophie is reclined and swings one slender, leather-skinned leg over her hips, mounting her in an embrace as her knees tuck up next to the taller girl's abdomen, and cups her gloved hands on either side of her face, covering her mouth with her own petulant, slightly opened lips, for a kiss that comes from her whole body, in a slow, squirming caress that entwines her fingers in the light hair, rubs her slick-clad, firm little breasts against Sophie's firm-muscled chest and soft pillow of bosom.