Syrisa could not believe how close the inn was. With her undergarments torturing her the walk had felt like hours. With Emma's strong arm around her, holding her close, she had no trouble walking. Well, no trouble aside from the amount of eyes that seemed to be on her every time she looked up. Some of them even seemed to smile knowingly. She was having to match the blonde's stride and blushed at the thought that Emma was hurrying her  back to the inn to continue what had been started. When they had gone through the inn, the stairs proved to be a challenge for the mageling's still wobbly legs. She bit her lip as Emma once again had to help her.<br/><br/>When they got to the room, Syrisa had to fumble to get the key in the lock she was so nervous. the heat had began to build again and, though she was still too proud to beg, she was eager to know what else the warrior had planned. the petite mage beamed as Emma cast aside her helmet to show her beautiful face.  When Emma turned to prop her axe against the chair, Syrisa could not resist. When the tall woman turned back around the redhead's slim arms wrapped around her neck, pulling the surprised blonde down into a soft kiss. Syrisa was so short that She still had to stand on her tip toes to reach Emma's sweet soft lips.<br/><br/>The kiss was brief and Syrisa stepped back, nervously tugging on the few stray strands of hair that had escaped her braid.<span style="color: indigo"> "I-I am sorry. I should not have done that. I just... wanted to see how it felt when I was not so, so... distracted." </span>Her blush was getting more and more deep with each passing moment.<span style="color: indigo"> "I have to ask though, do you ummm, like girls or was this just revenge for me teasing you. I would not have thought that you were attracted to women, or at least not me based on your reaction that night I slipped naked into your bedroll." </span>She stood there, blushing and fidgeting as she stared up at Emma with those mesmerising blue eyes. It was the picture of innocence just begging to be corrupted; begging Emma to corrupt her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>