Were she not under the affects of the enchantment, she would probably pull away self consciously—rare though it is, from her. She still holds him around his neck, peering at him with searching, dark eyes. Despite the certainty of her actions, she's no less confused about all of this. She's just doing what feels right, and what she wants.

Her gaze dips down, then back up, looking a mix of coy and hungry.

"Lauren," she answers plainly, and leans forward again, giving him another kiss, warm and full.

She can feel it—she's so wet now, she wants to die. This is just making it worse, but somehow, it's also satiating her instinctive needs despite that.