Never Surrender: Eve Summers & Arlise Christiaens

[Winter]

Arlise had seen enough coy faces in this situation to sense the slightest hesitation in Eve's countenance, even through her impassioned fog, and she tried to diffuse any nerves by flashing the biggest, most intent-filled smile she could muster in return. Of course, Lise wanted to slip into that next step, but she wasn't going to be pushy about the matter. Then again, her body might explode otherwise... At this point she could barely think about anything but their shared contact and anticipation of Eve's answer, and even those were hard to balance.

As Eve sat up to give her answer and her hands worked their way over Lise's form again, the Belgian only lulled her head back and closed her eyes to enjoy every moment of it. It wasn't fair for her to be this good at using her hands...

Her grey eyes slid open again after Eve had made her proposition. Bed, or shower. Bed sounded mighty fine. But there was a hint of practicality left in Lise's mind despite her desire, and she did not want to spend her time after such a fine evening cleaning oil out of her sheets. Shower first. Besides - Eve might be willing to soap her down.

She waited with her answer, letting Eve kiss her form once more before they would be forced to unpeel, and between kisses on her lips, the redhead answered while she tugged a little tighter on Eve's bottoms. "Shower. Maybe I... can get this last bit of soreness out from your... treachery." Lise smiled into Eve's latest kiss.

Ah, alas, it was time to move. Pushing two fingers into Eve's chest, Lise used them to urge the bombshell to rise. "Now up you... before I take revenge."

As she slowly, reluctantly, led them both from off the floor toward the shower, making sure to take easy steps so her bare feet didn't start sliding from the layer of oil, Arlise could not have been more satisfied.