Thistle has her head laid against Eli's shoulder, one hand tangled in the sunflower pendant around her neck. 

"Yours," she breathes. 

The wind outside sighs through the cherry blossoms in their garden.

"Thank you again. For everything."

"It's your dream job, darling, I was hardly going to say no. But it's good that you appreciate me as I ought to be appreciated."

Elisandra blushes a little. "You're my world, you know that."

"Except for all your other girls." Thistle kisses Eli's shoulder.

"They don't hold a candle to you, you know that."

"I know, I'm just teasing. You've seemed very... satisfied, since we came here. Less restless. More whole. It's a good look on you."

"Really?"

"Really really." Thistle shifts her head up to kiss Eli's chin.

"And how are you doing?"

"Wherever you go, I go too. But... it's been better for me, too. We have a whole house here, not that crappy apartment we were crammed into before, and I see you more often and more of that time is quality time. Sure, I'm a little jealous of your roses, you know me I'm clingy, but so long as they don't steal you from me I'm fine with it."

"Stop teasing, love, you know you're the only one for me."

"I know." She settles her head on Eli's chest again. "But that doesn't stop me from wanting to..." Her hand slips across Eli's thigh. "Remind you."

Elisandra flushes a little. "Here, or in the dungeon? The window's wide open..."

"Let them watch." She squirms atop Eli, twisting around so they're lying face to face with Thistle straddling her wife.

She leans down, and kisses Elisandra sweetly. 

Eli kisses back. 

"... Yellow," she says. "At least close the curtains."

Thistle reaches up and undoes the curtains, letting them fall over the window and block out the outside world. 

"There." She traces a hand along her wife's breast. "Not that anyone would come along, but if it makes you more comfortable it's fine."

"Thank you." 

And Elisandra sits up and kisses her wife. 

"Let's get you out of those clothes."

"... I'm feeling a little shy, dearest..."

"Are you okay? It's alright if you're tired or just not interested, you know -"

"No." Elisandra's voice hardens a little. "I want this. I want you. I'm just... a little..."

"Hesitant?"

"I was... daydreaming, already, and I want to - be safe with you, be cared for by you, be taken by you - but gently, gently -"

"I can do that." 

She kisses Elisandra's forehead. "Tell me if I'm being too forward, alright?"