A hand reached up and took hold of Belle's as it rested on the girl's shoulder, and at first bell panicked, expecting Taz to cast her hand off. She'd gone too far, Taz was going to demand to be taken back, would do her last remaining visit in stiff, awkward silence and then Belle would never see her again...<br/><br/>Her fear dissolved in an instant. The hand held hers in a warm caress, fingers entwined. And then the teenager's arms went around Belle, they both moved slightly, spontaneously to face each other. Bell opened her moth to reply to Taz' words, but before she could, the felt a pair of soft, warm lips pressed against her own.<br/><br/>Belle hadn't been kissed on the lips in a long time. Probably, if she was honest with herself, for almost as long as the woman kissing her had been alive, if you didn't count little pecks from great-nephews and great-nieces. To say it was a surprise would be the understatement of the decade. Shock, would be putting it mildly. But even as her mind was trying to process what was happening, her body reacted, Her arms went around the girl and pupped her close, her lips moved against Taz' mouth, her tongue ventured out to find another coming the other way. She felt her nipples harden and her sex grow warm.<br/><br/>She mustn't do this. She had to do this. It was wrong! But it felt so very right.<i>At least wait another three days, until she's old enough...!<br/>
</i><br/>That was the thought that broke the spell. Belle leaned back, pushing Taz away, gently. No matter what her feelings on the matter, she had been placed in a position of trust by the probation service and it was her duty not to take advantage of that trust. She tried to put on a stern face, to say that must never happen again.<br/><br/>"I... Wow... Er... No. Not... Not good idea..." She realised that her stern expression was actually a goofy grin, and managed to turn it off. "Taz... I... I was teasing you.... I... that is, I do... I would.... but I can't. We're... I'm old enough to ... well, to be your granny!" She turned away and stepped back to the bike. "We'd better go." But before she put her helmet back on, she smiled happily and said softly, "It was very nice, though. Thanks."