Her pleasure comes first.

You aren't sure why, maybe to spite the corruption that supposedly controlled you, but you want to take this slow. Show her a good time. A little rebellious thrill goes through you: Make love, not war! you giggle inwardly. Your curtain of hair is shielding your face from the blue glow of the mushrooms but you're sure she's perplexed by the unnaturally bright quality of your eyes. Her breathing is shallow and uneven but her expression shows nothing but nervous apprehension. You get the feeling that has more to do with your close proximity than any suspicions she might have.

You lean in slowly, almost hesitantly, till your lips are almost touching. It's physically painful for you to restrain yourself when you're this close but it's completely worth it when she closes her eyes and tilts her head to complete the connection. "Mmm..." You groan in spite of yourself, deepening the kiss and closing the gap you'd held between your bodies. You have a passing concern that she might notice the hard rod sandwiched between your stomach and her clothes but dismiss it as you concentrate your efforts on "distracting her". She's slow to respond to your ministrations and you **** yourself to ease off a little, restricting your mouth to little nibbles on her lips, before pulling back to examine her condition.

Her eyes flutter open, gazing unfocused into your own. Curiously, her pupils seem to have dilated even further and a (very small) part of you wonders if your heady scent is to blame. You're gratified to see her cheeks flushed in excitement and her breath coming in deep gasps... but you can't quite decipher her expression. She looks confused and you aren't quite sure how to proceed. Maybe she's not into girls? Oh, this is- you admit you're surprised when she lunges back into the kiss, throwing her arms around your back to pull you closer.

She hungrily latches on, hands firmly grasping your back as she arches into you. One of her legs crosses around your thighs, firmly binding the two of you together and you let out a startled "Mhm?!" when you feel her tongue swirling over yours. Abruptly you are no longer in control of the situation as she flips you onto your back, rolling with you so she's now on top. Oh... I should probably... probably... Your surprise and concern melt in the face of her desire, easily mirrored by your own, and you let out another low groan as your nipples drag across the rough fabric of her armor. Your hands snake around her back, clawing at the offensive garments covering her skin, and she moans desperately, trying to breath without breaking the kiss...