The sound that Mari makes is pretty -- high and unfiltered, and precious enough to cast Dia's qualms aside. She rocks against her more as they kiss, her oft-swarming mind honing in on this single moment; it's only when Mari's hands tug at the hem of her pants that she's jarred out of her focus, and the thoughts start trickling back in. Oh-- should she take off Mari's robe, then? But without it, she'd be-- naked-- and they're still on the sofa, isn't that inappropriate?

"--Should we move?" Dia blurts, raspy. "I mean, this is--" Her attempt to voice her concerns doesn't get far, eloquence slipping from between her fingers like sand. The most she manages is, dumbly: "Bed?"