[So, Naoto was just expecting a little quick smooch. This is not that. This kiss winds up with her shoulderblades bumping up against the file cabinet and Ayano's tongue in her mouth. This is making out. For a second, there's momentary panic in her brain because this is the police station and she's a professional and anyone who walks down the corridor will see her and her girlfriend locking lips like two horny teenagers.

Which... okay, fair, they kinda are.

After that moment of tension, though, it's easy to melt into Ayano's warm arms. She's comfortable and toasty, despite coming in from the cold, and the arms around her are nice, even when they settle on and squeeze her hips.

Her cheeks are flushed when she eventually breaks for air.] If... you want to kiss me like that, Ayano, maybe we should do it not in my workplace.

[Not that she's against the kiss.] Now that that's put away, um, I can go with you! Wherever you'd like to go.

[And kiss.]