"Nothing, is that it?"

Nod nod nod nod nod!!

"Good girl." And she speeds her fingers again...

And Elisandra's hips buck, and she half-falls out of her wife's lap, catching herself with the hand that was over her mouth -

But Thistle just keeps stroking, her hands implacable -

And the orgasm tears its way out of Elisandra's throat with a guttural groan, but by then it's too late, she's won.

Thistle just grins and pulls her hands away. 

"Get what you came for?~", she teases. 

"Fuck yes."

"Good girl. Now let's cuddle." 

Thistle fiddles with the pendant at her neck, and the floor goes plush and soft beneath them. She flops down next to her wife and grins.

Elisandra snuggles up against her side and sighs and smiles.

"I wasn't too cruel?"

"You were perfect. As usual."

"Awww, thank you."

"Yours."

"Mine."