Red wine supernova

"Yeah!" Ember stoutly declared again when Rebel agreed with her sentiments to disregard her heartache and just feel good. But what came next caught Ember way off guard. After a moment of eye contact with the Klein woman, Rebel gave her a strange little smirk, then leaned in much closer. Em's eyes widened with a bit of a catch in her breath as Rebel's muzzle stopped just an inch away from hers, so close she could feel the warmth of the larger fae's breath against her lips. The dark-furred femme's heart skipped a beat at the sudden closeness, her stomach fluttering and clenching in a familiar way. The way she'd felt during her fight with Absinth. Her heart thumped hard in her chest. Excitement? Maybe. Nervousness? Definitely. Ember had never gone further than some hot flirting and a kiss with another fae before, and now here was Rebel coming on to her, offering to give her a good time to make her feel better. Was Rebel really offering her what she thought she was?

Ember swallowed hard, her breath coming in and out shorter, matching the quickening of her heart. The familiar warm tension in her belly began to grow, fueled by the copious wine in her system. Inhibitions were lowered, emotions were high. Not a great combination for rational decision making—but Ember didn't want to be rational tonight. Ember lowered her gaze down to their paws on the balustrade, looking at the closeness for a moment before lifting her eyes back to hold the amethyst ones of the other woman, a hazy sultriness in her oceanic blue-green eyes. She thought back to what her grandmother had told her about exploring her sexuality and having fun so long as it was safe and consensual. Well what could be safer than experimenting in her own home?

Leaning in closer towards Rebel with a bit of courage in her courtesy of the wine, Ember peered up at Rebel through lidded eyes with a roguish smirk on her muzzle. "I don' know if you could handle me, Rebel," she purred her playful challenge, sliding her closest paw over to rest it gently over Rebel's, extending her feline claws to gingerly trace along the edges of the navy and white femme's digits. "Wann' find out if you can...?" Her eyes flashed with a heated desire; she wanted to explore herself tonight. Would she remember this conversation or this night come the morning? Only time would tell if Rebel was daring enough to take her up on her sapphic invitation.

"Ember Carpathius" | "Carpathian"