Elsa laughs, wrinkling up her nose after. Any kiss from Jessica is a good kiss, but that's not what she meant and she knows it. She only wishes her leg weren't just lying there so uselessly. She'd rather tuck it under her, inch closer, lose herself in the simple pleasure that's just kissing her girlfriend.

"For a start," she says lightly. She taps a finger against her lips. "And here please."