"I can do that." 

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

"Alright." She smiles up at her shadow-wife.

"Where should I kiss you, I wonder..."

She settles in.

"Lips..." Kiss.

"Cheek..." Kiss.

"Neck..." Kiss. 

"Ear..." Kiss, and a little nibble.

Eli flushes gradually as her wife's mouth wanders across her skin, and when her pointed ear slips between her wife's teeth she gasps and tenses. 

"Thistle," she stammers.

"Too much?"

"No keep going -"

Nibble. Lick. She swirls her tongue around the pointed tip of Elisandra's ear.

"Ah, fuck -"

"My, someone's sensitive today."

"You're the one who's going right for my weakpoints!"

"And what if I am?" She kisses Eli'a cheek and smiles at her. "Are you going to stop me?"

"... no," says Elisandra. 

Thistle unbuttons Elisandra's suit-jacket. "You know," she says as she fiddles with the clasp, "This would go a lot easier if you'd just be honest with me..."

"Make me."

Thistle laughs. "Oh, I will, dearest, I will." 

Her hands are unbuttoning Elisandra's dress shirt now, pulling her tie aside -

"Kiss me."

Thistle's lips meet Elisandra's, and then their tongues tangle. Thistle moans into her wife's mouth, and her hands wrench her wife's bra up and out of the way, not bothering at all with the clasp. 

Eli kisses back, and pulls her wife close, and squirms underneath her -

Thistle just shoves her hand right down her wife's pants and starts rubbing her sex in little circles. Her head falls to start kissing and licking at Elisandra's breasts, her whole body moving atop her wife, grinding in against her. 

"Thistle!", Elisandra squeaks.

She pulls back. "Too much?"

"God no, you just took me by surprise -"

"Good." And she shuts her wife up with a kiss.

Elisandra mmmmms into the kiss, and relaxes a fraction.

Thistle keeps stroking as she holds the kiss, fingers working back and forth inside Elisandra's pants. Her free hand finds Elisandra's, and knots together palm to palm, fingers intertwined.