It was impossible not to notice the flush on Nisha's neck and chest, especially when Tyl'ra was having a hard time keeping her eyes from the tantalizing cleavage. It seemed odd to the elf because she was almost certain that the heat did not bother the outlander. Was she nervous? How could she be, it was completely at odd with every confident word that she said? Tyl'ra's head was beginning to hurt from trying to figure out the strange, exotic woman. She watched, paralyzed, when the Tiefling's hand extended to run a single warm, slender finger along her jaw line.<br/><br/>The reaction of her body was immediate. Her heart was pumping wildly all of a sudden and the tingly sensation that she had often on the last few days was back. Amber eyes lost focus but still stayed on Nisha's own obsidian orbs. The helpless feeling felt wrong to the desert-dweller but at the same time she craved move of the touch that brought it. Nisha seemed expertly skilled and messing with her understanding of how things were. With each word of the compliment paid to her the tanned, smooth skin of the Elf's face seemed to deeper into a very noticeable blush. A silent, self-chastising laugh rippled through her at the mention of being fierce. She felt anything but fierce sitting there leaning into the gentle touch. She felt more like a tame house pet than a warrior.<br/><br/>It seemed that the world was spinning fast enough to try and throw her off when the touch of Nisha's tail was added to the sensations threatening to overwhelm her. She was panting softly as her body heated with the simple wanting of the other woman. The mention of a nude study amid the next compliment made her squirm at the thought. "You are too kind, Ni-sha." Came the mumbled response. Compliments were new to her, at least about her looks. How you looked mattered little in her life. She could hunt, track and kill. She led and coordinated war and raiding parties. She was capable and in this word that was what was praised. She had always assumed she would pick a mate for his superior traits and eventually bare strong children. It was an odd thing to feel seen for who she was as opposed to what she was good for.<br/><br/>Nisha's fingers cupping her chin made Tyl'ra focus back on her and she shivered in anticipation of the kiss she assumed was coming. Again, came the compliment and the slight self-mocking response. She did not feel like a predator right now but maybe she should change that. Maybe she could take control of the situation. It was a hard thing to convince herself of and when Nisha mentioned her words from earlier it made the elf flinch. She remembered the tiefling's indignant words when she had called her that and felt remorse now. "I called you that before you were really known to me. I was wrong. You are much more fearsome than any kanda. And you are not so plump..."<br/><br/>Her words trailed off when she realized that she was staring openly at Nisha's cleavage again. That was definitely a part that could be called plump. They were just in such abundance. It was something that the elf had never seen. She just wanted to bury her face in them and see if Nisha's skin tasted as good as it smelled. Her eyes flicked to the Tiefling's as she tentatively reached out to run her fingers along the other woman's side. The material of her tunic was soft and while keeping her eyes on Nisha's face trying to discern any sign of rejection she slid the hand upward with a slow steady motion. She wanted to cup on of those breasts to see how it felt but her hand moved with the care one would pay trying to feed a wild animal, as though it would lash out an bite her at any second.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>