Syrisa smiled at Emma obvious appreciation of her choice of attire. She watched Emma walk stiffly over to the couch and sit down. The touch of her guardian's hands made the young mage moan softly and at the light squeeze from Emma's strong fingers Syrisa let her slim things part. She wanted Emma in whatever way that Emma wanted. The heat coursing through her body made it hard to think of anything but those hands all over her. Already, her breathing had become ragged and uneven. The kiss had been somewhat expected but expected but the passion of it always took her breath away.<br/><br/>When Emma's lips parted from her own, Syrisa was left panting softly. She felt slightly dizzy and she blushed deeply at seeing Emma looking hungrily at her form. A cute little pout formed on her lips when Emma moved her hand off of her thigh to cup her blushing cheek. Syrisa stared into her lover's eyes, letting her eyes drift closed at the feel of Emma caressing her cheek.<span style="color: indigo">"Thank you Emma." </span>She said again at the compliment. Her small form trembled with need and it took almost all of her considerable willpower to stop herself from pouncing her blond warrior. How was it that her protector could so easily stoke her lust to levels where she could not focus on anything else?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>