Elixa chuckled warmly at Eva’s protest about the English word. Such a typical lawyer to debate the meaning of a word. This wasn’t a courtroom transaction, this was sex.

“Hm,” Lix replied, narrowing her dark eyes as she took a step forward, bare feet quiet on the bedroom floor, “you may have kissed me,” the Swede agreed, and lowered her voice suggestively as she drew closer, invading Eva’s space like a light-footed cat, “but I had the pleasure of making you quiver.” She didn’t touch the blonde but her hand passed closely by Eva’s thighs.

The healer laughed playfully and tiptoed away as quickly as she’d approached, this time to find her wand and her clothes which dressed the space between the door and the upstairs hallway. As she began to pull on last night's clothes, not at all phased by an audience who kept trying to avert her eyes, Lix stopped to ask with a grin that wouldn’t drop, “and did you miss anything, Eva?”

She’d thought she’d just grasped at the upper ground, a verbal ground where she could be superior and in power. But Elixa, still not with a thread on her, once more moved closer, fingers so close to them touching again as the accented and beautiful woman then talked of quivering and Eva found herself holding her breath. She’d always been in control, she’d always had that power over men but this…

As quickly as she’d come close, Elixa was gone from her proximity, gathering clothing and redressing much to Eva’s conflicted relief and disappointment.

It was her first instinct to lie and say that she didn’t remember. A lot of alcohol had been slipped past her lips last night and it would be so easy to plead ignorance. But she remembered. She remembered every kiss, every touch. She wanted to remember.

“I’ll tell you next time.” The lawyer promised before biting her lip. Would there be a next time? Did Elixa even want that? Had she been a disappointment? As far as she knew, she’d never disappointed before. But just for good measure… Eva turned and walked to her wardrobe, pulling the wooden doors open before dropping her dressing gown.

“Close the door on your way out.”

“I’ll tell you next time.”

“Oh…?” Lix replied inquisitively, looking up, her ears would have pricked had it been physically possible. She felt a prickle of anticipation across her bare skin, still in a state of undress as she was. Her good friend had enjoyed their foray last night enough to take a second sitting. This was delightful news, though arrogantly, Lix had suspected such given Eva’s flushed face upon the pillows last night as the dark haired witch had taken charge.

The memory brought back a pleasant tingle all over, but the sound of silk cascading to the bedroom floor sent Lix back to the present.

“Close the door on your way out.”

The bedroom door latched, and a presence crept up behind Eva, close enough to prickle the hairs on the back of her neck.
“I will,” she spoke darkly, breath tickling Eva’s ear as her fingers walked slowly across exposed skin, “but I have a question to be answered...”



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