When Emma rolled on top of her, it took the mageling by surprise. The lust in her kiss took Syrisa's breath away as she felt the woman toy with her tongue and their lips pressed tight together. By the time Emma had pulled back the redhead under her was breathing in harsh, heavy panting. Her small hand lightly squeezed the blonde's before she stood and began the process of dressing. Syrisa simply stretched, laying in the bed and unwittingly giving her lover a good view of her lean body straining and contorting as she tried to work out soreness in muscles she had not known her possessed until this very moment.<br/><br/>Eventually when her robe landed on the bed next to her, she reluctantly pushed herself up into a sitting position, not quite able to completely stifle the unexpected pain that came with more of her weight being focused on her tender bottom. She blushed in remembrance of the jagged, rough pleasure she had taken even as Emma punished her shapely backside. her blush deepened when Emma examined her still soaked panties. When Emma tossed then to her she very quickly dropped the wet fabric, opting instead to grab a black pair from her things. She bent at the waist, giving a great view of both her slightly reddened openings to her bodyguard as the black fabric slid up her long legs to settle in place over her skin.<br/><br/>In only a few moments, her robe had been settled into place and Syrisa looked almost as god as new. She tucked the stray strands of hair behind her ear again and sat, waiting for Emma to don her armour.<span style="color: indigo"> "Jeez Emma, get me all excited to go shopping and now I have to wait for you to buckle all of that stuff back on." </span>She smiled sweetly as she fell easily back into her mischievous ways.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>