<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla grinned wickedly up at him, lifting her head  before taking his hands and attempting to lead him around his study</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">. “Well first i was thinking we could go get our hair done, and than maybe see if Ordenel wants to join us for a mani-pedi, before some good old fashioned retail therapy…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she said in her best impression of those ditsy girls she’d known in school, the ones that all her guy friends tried to get with, and than complained about constantly. <br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“Or if that's not to your liking…” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">in fairness the babbling she’d been doing earlier was just her stalling, trying to build up the courage to either suggest or take action when she realized there was something she could do that would in fact help. Pushing Lucian roughly back against the wall, Ayla stood on the tips of her toes to kiss him hard, one of her hands on the back of his neck.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “I can think of another way....”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she murmured into the kiss.</span>