If the ancient cultivator were to have been asked before she came back to the continent if her Qat would *ever* say such a thing... the chances were she would say no. And could only agree with that being possible if she’d been *led* toward saying it. The Goltbred heiress quickly had it in mind to ask her ’fortress’ just exactly what trashy, raunchy romance novels she read while she was gone away!

’...I wanted to read them along with her. Preferably forcing her to speak all the words aloud to me. Just like I expect that line she just used... has been rehearsed from.’

She giggled at that thought of her warrior trying to repeat that phrase into a mirror... almost as much as at the ’threat’ it was supposed to be, to rile the sense of ’danger’ for goading her too far. To El, that had sounded far more like a lovely promise instead! If this were a different time in their relationship - or a different piece of clothing.

Next time she definitely might wear something expendable!

"Mm. I’m not sure which sounds sexier. Giving you a little slow show of peeks and dance - or letting you try and do something you *think* I’d like. Oh, but this time why don’t you just take it off for me. Gently, my love? I know for sure I’d like that..."

After licking the back of the woman’s ear quickly, she continued to whisper her answer to that idea... of pieces of her clothing being ripped off. Fluttering her spirit in approval for the intent behind it all the while.

"And you can work your way up to being a dashing brute. One that takes me whenever you want to. So just take the training ahead and find out how to make me feel pleasure first, hm?"

She knew full well what she was doing by provoking the woman, one whose mind had clearly been stretched thin already with all those relentless little intimacies delivered along the way. The taller woman stomped forward the very moment Elua stopped speaking and tossed her mint-drop quite unceremoniously onto the prepared bed. Everything kept in the rascal’s Adhesion was flung to safe landing spots as a *fake* cry of ’surprise’

A new feature in the room. which Qatrand hardly thought enough about considering it wasn’t there last time she visited. Though it had been ever since a personal servant was secretly ordered by a comment from Nohre... to get one put in immediately by a forward thinking little wife. One who chuckled as her husband-wife attempted to loom effectively over her...

Still, to El, clearly trying to channel some sort of ’story’ and *character* out of it all. Boldly slamming her hands down around the ’younger’ woman’s shoulders even as a bunch of ’apprehension’ started to thread through her energy. All of that against a cultivator who probably, definitely could have caught herself in midair - if she wanted to... and grappled the swordswoman right down onto the bed first!

’Ah, maybe next time when she is more used to me. She’s so cute. Look at how serious she is being. I can’t, I can’t, oh my!’

Breaking out into ecstatic giggles, the brunette smiled up at her as she squirmed her back into the bedding, lifting her hands fluidly toward the lover overhead. She caressed the side of Qatrand’s overhanging face with one palm - and playfully tickled the edge of a pair of lips which she had not touched in five years with the pinky of the other.

"So what now?"

"I’m glad you’re having fun all by yourself, but I’m genuinely not sure what’s about to happen."

"What do you want to happen, Qat?"

"I do feel... that it’s hard to control myself."

"Sometimes a lack of that can be exciting, but I know you too well, my love. Worried?"

"Yes. Like I might *actually* break the bed at this rate."

On the last night before going off to lead that strikeforce, the two had experienced something wonderful in its ways - within the level of intimacy she had allowed herself back then. But not like today would be! She somewhat wanted the single moment to go on forever, but also desperately wanted each proceeding slice of time to do the same. A contradictory, infinite experience of intimacy with her precious gem!

"We probably will, eventually. Break it. I haven’t had the chance to reinforce it like I’d planned, after all."

"Then what is the point of this place?"

"Hm? Do you not want to do it here either? You were so *fiercely* adamant about not doing things in public on the way here, but there really *would* be less to break if we go outside into nature."

A stutter of ’concern’ pushed itself out, but was buried by what was clearly the taller woman thinking the words through. With her wife off her back, even while looking down at her pinned beneath... she was able to really take stock of everything once again.

"Perhaps into a field... or maybe..."

Licking across her own lips, moistening them visibly - as if they needed any increased level of enticement for the person already wanting to stop thinking and just steal them, every time a note of that voice entered her ears... Elua er Goltbred added a final possibility.

"You think you can have me wait. Let us plan a journey to the Exclave later, hm?"

Pigeon blue eyes squinted and she *warned* in a low grunt of audible refusal. She knew full and well that the rascal here was taking shots with words that the woman knew would never land into an agreement. The idea of not doing it at all - or not *soon* - was quite long gone in the Warden Patrician’s heart.

The creature that had awoken in Qatrand was real, even if that ’too forceful’ side of her which she had tried displaying for a bit - thinking her ’restrain me’ wife would like it... was absolutely a mask over her inexperience. So she shunned the complex parts and just avoided being something that was not ’real’.

"We are going to have sex, finally. In a bed. Like normal married people do. Now. Today. Here"

...Though just articulating her truth was almost more forceful! She was still a former Yecine used to the benefits of handling her aggression. And a person well used to taking the lead in many other areas of life. Not to mention, as quiet and small as it was, there was a pitiful little shriek of spirit that El tried to hide too obviously and Qat caught. At the concept of her alternative proposal actually being accepted.

The brunette didn’t actually *want* to go back to that place quite yet!

’Even were she to go with me I... I want to live here for a while...’

"Mmm. Well then, like normal people... I suppose we should finally just kiss for a while, yes?"

That simple word brightened over so much of the shadow of apprehension within her precious gem that it made her own heart feel so much better. Both thumbs stroked a face she missed so much, as mint eyes sparkled... despite her next words turning a bit wry.

"Find our physical rhythm and excitement again, not just the lovely but limited spiritual dry humping we’ve been doing for the last fifteen minutes. Does that sound like a plan?"