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?"

"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. 

Elisandra is very firmly pinned to the cushioned window seat at this point, and that's just fine with her. She holds the kiss and squirms up into her wife's hand.

Thistle's fingers squirm into her wife, but when she starts to thrust, her wife's sodden panties catch on her fingers. She growls, and breaks the kiss to fumble down Eli's slacks and get unrestricted access to her cunt.

Elisandra yanks off the mess Thistle's made of her dress shirt and suit jacket, leaving her wearing nothing but her tie.  

Thistle laughs and pauses to undo it from Eli's neck. 

Eli is forced to lean in, and gets a kiss in for her trouble -

- but as soon as Thistle undoes her tie, she pushes her out of the window seat.

The wards break her fall to the hardwood, but the wind is knocked out of her - 

And then Thistle is atop her with her foot in her face. 

"Kiss," she orders. 

Elisandra blushes, but kisses diligently from her position on all fours.

"Clean it properly. Make me believe you want to please me."

Elisandra takes Thistle's toes into her mouth, and suckles and laps, moaning lowly.

"Get the heel."

She ducks her head and laps down Thistle's foot to her heel, then pauses there in a passionate kiss.

"How does it feel to worship the lowest, dirtiest part of your wife?"

"Good," Elisandra manages, her face still nuzzling Thistle's foot. "Right."

"If you want me to do anything more than let you kiss my feet, you'd better beg prettily."

"Please touch me, goddess, I need you, I ache for you, I crave you, please -"

"No." She makes a circular motion with one finger. "Roll over."

Elisandra obediently rolls over onto her back.

"I'm going to sit on your face and you are going to do your very best to please me. Are we understood?"

"Yes, goddess, please -"

Thistle sits, straddling Elisandra's head with her sex pressed to her face. 

Elisandra grabs Thistle's thighs and ass and grinds her face against her goddess' sex, tongue delving deep into her, eyes closed as she focusses on the feel of her wife's body against her.

Thistle strokes her hair softly, and moves slowly atop her, sighing as her hips work back and forth. There's no need for her to back off when her wife can just breathe right through her half-substantial body; she pins her down and keeps her right where she wants her.

One of Elisandra's hands creeps towards her sex -

Thistle sighs, and her hand goes to the sunflower pendant at her throat. 

"Are you going to make me play rough, dear?"

Elisandra's hand is no longer anywhere near her sex! It's amazing she can move that fast while in such a compromising position.

"Thought so." Her fingers fall from her amulet to dig into Eli's hair. 

Elisandra moans lowly into her wife's sex, and goes back to her work.

Thistle tenses, sighs, relaxes. She's quiet, but her gaze gets steadily more faraway as she's eaten out by her wife. 

Elisandra continues her ministrations, eagerly abasing herself at the altar of her wife's sex.

And eventually, Thistle lets out a long, satisfied sigh and rolls off her wife. 

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"...goddess I'm so fucking aroused I can't stand it please please please let me cum -"

"Shhhhh." Thistle presses a finger to her wife's lips. 

She shushes, trembling a little.

"Good girl. Up onto your knees for me."

Elisandra kneels on the hardwood floor for her wife.

Thistle comes in behind her, and rests one hand on her inner thigh and another on her side, just beneath her breast. She delicately takes the tip of Elisandra's ear between her teeth. 

Elisandra's heart hammers in her chest, her whole body trembling as she tries to stay steady in the stress position, but her wife is right there -

Thistle's right arm hugs her wife hard back against her, while her left slips in between her legs and spreads open her sex.

"Shhhhhh," she says. "If you make any noise, any noise at all, I'm going to stop. Understand?"

Elisandra just nods.

Thistle's fingers slip slowly into her wife, making a come-hither motion along the upper wall of her sex. She kisses at her neck, nibbling and biting, and pulls her in hard, naked flesh against shadowflesh.

Elisandra's breathing flutters and stalls, hitching unsteadily with every slow stroke of her wife's fingers. But she doesn't squeak or moan or even sigh. She just holds very very still in her wife's arms.

Thistle hastens her pace, her palm grinding against Elisandra's mons, her hot breath washing over her shoulder. "Such a good girl, such a very very good girl. So quiet and obedient..."

Elisandra covers her mouth with one hand and scrunches her eyes up tight and holds her wife's free hand and clings hard - 

And Thistle keeps stroking, harder, faster -

A strangled sigh escapes around the hand over Eli's mouth.

Thistle slows. "What was that, dear?"

Elisandra shakes her head, her eyes wide -

"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."