When Kyra's lips press softly against Marina's skin with no agenda, simply there, it's like a pebble getting dropped in water, except all the ripples feel weirdly centered not at Marina's collarbone, but her heart. Everything with Kyra is new experiences. Not just physically, but emotionally. Mo's her security blanket, her best friend and worst enemy, but there had never been any choice in the matter. But she chose Kyra, to the point of feline fixation, and Kyra chose her. Not because she'd won the most matches or proven to her father that she was the most molded in his image, but simply for being her. Vulnerabilities and all.

"This is wholly selfish on my part, I promise," she teases softly, fingers roaming to brush against Kyra's ear, her jawline, whatever soft bits of skin she can reach without risking summoning Sunny's attention to her fingers. Maybe she shouldn't be enjoying this so much. She knows Kyra, knows that she's not normally like this, boneless, completely unguarded. Her teeth worry her bottom lip. "But.. maybe we could do this more. When you aren't feeling fuzzy. Like.. regular girlfriends."