A faint line was starting to form in Sienna's brow. He kept breaking the kiss. It confused the woman, entirely. He also wasn't making any effort to progress what they were doing, and she couldn't decide how that should make her feel.
She knew nera well enough that the things she would usually jump to were striking wrong. But she could think of no other reason for it. Though she was uncertain now, and feeling vaguely inadequate, she covered it with a sort of brash bravado, taking nera's mouth once more. This time, she pressed close, leaving no room between them, and her kiss was far more decadent. There's little doubt of what's running through her mind.