Even Servants Need Vacations

Manea smiled at her adorable, intoxicated handmaiden as the awe and appreciation over the simple gift was written all across her pretty face. Usually Irilyth was more carful with her reactions and poised to a fault, but with a bit of wine in her she was looser and more free with her emotions which Manea enjoyed every much. She wished the blonde, raspberry eyed woman was this relaxed with her all the time, but she could understand the professional attitude she usually carried. As much as Manea had grown to consider Irilyth a trusted partner in her endeavors she did know that the smaller woman was still primarily to do a job. Right now it was easier to tell that Irilyth actually wanted to be here with the way that she looked at her in return and she felt like the point she had been hoping to make to her had gotten across.

As she kept Irilyth tight to her side with her lips gently brushing the smaller woman's, she listened curiously as Irilyth insisted that she did show much she cared. Another smile pulled at her lips as her handmaiden reached up to brush her cheek with her pale paw and Manea gently leaned her head into the touch while she gazed at her and enjoyed just how adorable she was when she was drunk. She went on to explain all the ways Manea showed that she cared for her, saying how the lack of beating, berating, and abuse were proof enough. A little flicker of possessive anger crossed her features at the thought of anyone treating her in such a way, but she had to remind herself that all of this was before she had come to live with them. Manea knew that Alastor wasn't exactly gentle with her at times, but he knew better than to actually injure her. She couldn't imagine being that awful of a mistress for this sweet, dedicated fae. Honey always attracted more bees than vinegar and that was the philosophy she preferred to keep for wolves like Irilyth.

Proof of that train of thought working was shown when Irilyth offered that she would do anything for the Elysium alpha, even going so far as to press into her side and brush their lips together again as she reiterated that fact again. Irilyth had never made an advance on her like that before and it made a grin pull across her lips. She already knew that Irilyth would do whatever was asked of her, but she had never seen her be so enthusiastic and insistent in her desire to do so. This wasn't the dutiful, professional Irilth speaking—this was a passionate fae who very clearly had been hiding a deeper attraction than Manea had even realized with lips that had been loosened with the help of a bit of wine.

With a soft chuckle, the tipsy Genetrix shifted to slip her forelegs around Iriltyh's sides, scooping her up in her embrace as she rolled onto her back, settling Irilyth's slender, smaller frame on top of hers. She looked up at Irilyth affectionately, her paw brushing the pale fae's cheek before gently holding the back of her head and pulling her down into a deeper kiss, tasting the wine on her tongue while her other foreleg held her tightly around her waist. Her lips didn't leave Irilyth's until her lungs were aching for air and she finally pulled away with a soft gasp, breathing heavily as she blinked open heavy lidded eyes to look up at Irilyth again with a smirk. "Anything, hm?" she asked breathlessly, her paw brushing across Irilyth's cheek as it slipped down from the back of her head, the large, feline paw holding her chin for a moment as she swiped a small, teasing lick across her nose. She released her hold on her then, telling her, "Turn around. I want to have some fun with you, beautiful."

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