Oh, she feels it. There’s heat everywhere.
It settles low in her gut. Her skin hums with it.
That beautiful hunger that rises before a fight,
or before sex.
"Oh?" She drawls, her free hand
rising to rest upon Aveline’s breast
plate. ”I do love a challenge.” That
stated, she presses their mouths
together before Aveline can speak.
It’s chaste and light, Isabela drawing back
a mere second later to taste her own lips
with her tongue.
“Oh look,” She taunts. “I still have my
hands.”
For once, there’s no angry remark to spew from her lips,
no retaliation or brute force to push the other woman away.
Barely-contained rage simmers beneath the surface, her
eyes wide with disbelief and awe. Isabela was certainly
cheeky; Aveline would give her that much, but– No! How
dare she cross such a thinly-treaded line, especially in
public… or as public as her office could be.
As much as she wants to speak, she can’t. There are
simply no words, no smart quips to throw back.
“… It would appear so,” she finally choked
out, her voice rather strained.