Their kissing stretches out for a long while, until Janet can't taste herself anymore, until she breaks it -- but only to reapply herself to pressing her open mouth to Liu Mingyan's neck and jaw and collarbones, to using her free hand to pull at the remains of her robes and bite back a laugh at how easily everything still comes away, to speed the pace of her hand. It all feels stupid easy, hot and straightforward, to keep touching her.