Woah is right. True to herself, there'd been pretty much no thought to the kiss, but when the other woman responds Lup feels vindicated and flush with want. She brushes her hand along Shepard's jaw, pushes her fingers deeper into her hair and lets herself be pulled closer still, tasting alcohol and warmth and just, somebody else as desperate as her not to be alone. It feels good to just take what she wants and to let every conscious thought be swept away by this. She savors it eagerly and unabashedly for a long, drawn out moment. Lup's always known how to really make something count. Better hope Shepard doesn't need air any time soon.

At some point though even Lup is breathless and she relents, just barely. Still reluctant to pull back by even an inch, she rests her forehead against Shepard's in a gesture surprisingly tender for how pushy she'd been, eyes still closed. Then a grin blooms on her face from the rush of it all. "Nice," she declares, drunk in more ways than one. Boy, that sure was a thing, huh?

The sheer giddiness makes her lean back at last like she can't keep still, returning to her casual slouch against the edge of the pot like nothing happened. Well, she's definitely feeling pretty damn baller right now. "Coupla teenagers got nothing on us, huh?" she snorts out. Who's ever heard of taking things seriously, not her, that's for sure.