To say Cyrine was shocked by the kiss would be a ....slight over exaggeration.  Surprised? Eh. A little closer. Amused? No-but close.  Turned on? Yes. But there was something else.  Like a well worn pair of gloves that one only got to wear on the most special of occasions..that was how she felt when the other redheads lips met her own.<br/><br/>The smirking jab regarding Cyrines inability to 'ask for it' coupled with the familiar swaying of the other woman's hips immediately struck as familiar.  The slow movement of drawing the glove up ones wrist, and wiggling the fingers about.  The kiss itself was the comfort that followed when wearing something familiar, and comfortable...even if it was a bit constricting.<br/><br/>She and Euphrati had an 'odd' relationship at best.  The nights spent in each others company were exquisite, but they were safe.  Oh ..sure they had fun, and on most nights they had fun -for- Ana's amusement, but Euphrati was ..well..in a word ..helpful. When the call of the warp got too enticing, or when Ana teased her to the point of almost -smelling- colors....well, that's when Euphrati was there: she indulged in Cyrine's need for distraction the way Ana could not.  The way Ana would only exacerbate and make complicated.<br/><br/>Truth be told, she actually adored the other woman as she saved her countless times in the past from losing her 'grip' on things.<br/><br/>As fond as she was while they were all together, it was -hard- for her to reconcile that Ana asked Euphrati to stay..but not her. Fuck. Ana had never even -bedded- her. ..she didn't have a collar...she didn't have anything. What made Euphrati so much better then she was? This didn't come from a place of jealousy, saying Ana was hers and that was all...but why didn't Ana want her ...at all? Why couldn't the three of them carry on and have a rather delightful 'thing' going?<br/><br/>When their lips part, the comments on the collar hit home.<br/>Euphrati knew -damn- well that her gladstone was -precisely- that important to her, and far more needed for her day to day survival then a simple collar.  But as much as the comment stings, she ignores it, allowing her self to sink into the kiss, her tongue teasing a trail along the other womans plump lower lip. She even goes so far as to give the other redheads bottom lip a little playful tug, before shamelessly pulling herself away.<br/><br/>There was no doubt she'd wind up in the redheads bed that evening, but to what end?<span style="color: olive">  "That would be rather nice bu tsome of us aren't offered collars dearest."</span>she  exhales throatily,  a bit shaken from the intensity of the kiss.<span style="color: olive">"You should know that by now."</span>She reaches out for the nicked Lho stick and pulls it to he  lips, lighting it with her own smoke , and then taking a rather bold step forward.<br/><br/>Cyrine inhales deeply on both Lho sticks, the smoke filling her lungs to capacity before it's -her- turn to tease back.  Along Euphrati's neck, just where she -knows- the collar lies, she grasps tightly with the flat of her hand. Not enough to cause pain, but certainly enough to send a message.  She moves to bring their lips together again, this time letting her mouth trail open enough to allow the thick tendrils of smoke pass from her lungs to the other womans.  Her mouth is aggressive, her lips soft, while her tongue languidly rolls over the other womans teeth and explores the once familiar mouth.  She pulls back once the bulk of the smoke has left her lungs, and she looks at Euphrati with a sly smirk.<br/><br/>She hands the other woman her Lho stick back<span style="color: olive">" 'Special' Lho sticks?? What...is that what you're calling your post coital 'hit' these days? I have a feeling you'll be showing me sooner rather then later."</span><br/><br/>Outwardly, Cyrine puts up a good front.  She can keep things light, because she hasn't been -that- close to Ana yet. Truth was?  Ana was like playing with fire, and even this close , and this distant, and pretending she didn't want a thing to do with the beautiful Rogue Trader...she could still feel the heat.    In reality? Deep within her, she wants that collar as bad as she wants her gladstone back. Maybe more. Given the choice of being Ana's 'pet' for the rest of her days and being given the Gladstone back..well..That would be a tough one ..wouldn't it?<br/><br/>At that moment she becomes acutely aware of the others looking at them both.  She doesn't care much for the odd stares as that was all..well..part of the 'deal'.  She didn't care whom she looked out of place for...or whose attention she garnered..as long as Ana was one of them.  And as she looks at the large built man, and the other...unique looking woman, she notices Ana is -also- watching.<br/><br/><br/>A distinct chill runs down her spine as the scent of the rogue trader filters into her brain.  She feels her knees start to go weak and she lets out a slight moan. She goes expressionless for a moment, standing in an almost trance like state. She remains there for a few seconds, then she clutches Euphrati's hand. Her voice cracks, and she looks at the other red head, offering weakly,  "<span style="color: olive">OR..you could just go show me now." </span>She looks around,<span style="color: olive"> "Right now."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>