A soft, sweet noise escaped the quivering mage when Emma eased her fingers back. The noise came again, higher in pitch that time as her fingers popped free of Syrisa's clinging openings. The redhead shook with the rippling aftershocks of her orgasm but relaxed into Emma's grip when the taller woman easily lifted her up onto her lap. The redhead simply clung to her protector, seeming to Emma even more fragile and tiny than usual against her strong body. Her small breasts slid against the blonde's as slowly her ragged breathing returned to normal. She felt content.<br/><br/>The contentment only seemed to deepen when Emma began to slowly, sensuously wet her hair. A soft groan escaped her lips as she nestled her face against the side of Emma's neck. She just let the woman wet her hair, carefully beginning to clean her. When Emma spoke, Syrisa lifted her head, staring up at her companion. Tears trickled over her wet cheeks and she smiled a bright smile.<span style="color: indigo"> "Emma, nothing in existence would make me happier. That sounds perfect!"</span>Her arms wrapped tightly around Emma's neck and she just embraced her friend and lover before pulling back a little.<span style="color: indigo">"You do not mean that in an eternal life, undead sort of way, right... I have to be sure, because I knew this guy who...." </span>She trailed off blushing deeply at catching herself rambling. She wondered why Emma could so easily take her normally sharp mind and turn it to mush with nothing more than her mere proximity but that was a question for another time.<span style="color: indigo">"Nevermind."</span>She mumbled, feeling sill.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>