elizabeth says NOTHING following the former junkie’s comment, but shifts to accommodate for their new position, sally’s arms resting loosely around her shoulders so that the women are DANGEROUSLY close to one another. yet the countess remains quiet, gaze softening in ways they often don’t. she’d saved sally from certain death, but a part of her agrees that loving the other is the least she can do. without a word, emerald oculars drinking the female in, eyes then hood over as she leans in to capture sally’s pout in a deep and intimate kiss. it’s warm and slow, hands sliding up her sides and around to her back. touching a woman’s body is unlike anything else any one can experience, and so elizabeth will be greedy in her touch before tearing her lips from sally’s and simply pressing her forehead against the other’s. ❛ and what will you give me? ❜ she’s not a selfless person.
Everything, from their sensual kiss to Elizabeth’s hands tracing the small curve of her back rendered the blonde’s skin pebbled with goosebumps. Sally could taste it — not only liquor in the other’s mouth but something else too, something even more wonderful and foreign to her… feelings she would soon become addicted to. There was love, no doubt ( tangy yet amazingly sweet ). Love combined with desire — not for sex but approval and soft touches too; the taste of lust in her mouth had to be entirely different. Her hands closed around the Countess’ silken garment, pulling her closer even after the kiss was broken. And when their eyes met… Sally could have eaten her up, right then and there. “Is devotion good enough for you, Elizabeth? I can be loyal —— the most loyal person you know… and I wouldn’t leave your side, even if I had somewhere else to go.” She pressed her nose against the other’s, into a playful move from her part. “Let me stay.”