As Lithelle is about to detail the vicious bear attack that didn't actually happen, she feels Kaliths lips press firmly against her own lips.  The soft cushions of cool flesh. The vast difference in their body heat takes the Bosmers breath away...it's the temperature difference and nothing at all to do with the sharp staunch surprise of the kiss. Immediately the wood elf melts int o the assault.  completely unaware of the blood dripping down her lip or any ulterior motive on the Dunmers behalf.  Lithelle's arms find life as her fingers move to cup the other Mer's chin.<br/><br/>As Kalith deepens the kiss Lithelle moans again,accepting the intruding muscle and meeting it wit ha gentle caress from her own.  Her body reacts, relaxing and craning towards the other body. She almost pushes the issue, deepning the kis even more, but before she can Kalith's lips are latched onto her neck, and the Bosmer finds her body arching into the delightful assault.  As they part and Kalith speaks , Lithelle is gasping for air. Her eyes are narrowed as she eyes the other woman up and down as if she's trying to assure her self that this isn't a dream.  She's never once in her life experienced this....sort of this with out paying before hand, and frankly  - no hooker kissed like that.  There was something missing from all of those paid encounters.  There was sex...there was satisfaction, but never was there any emotion, desire..or want. "Maybe you're right Kalith.." she gives the Dunmer a sheepish grin, as she wraps her fingers around the other woman's hand and tugs the Dunmer towards her.<br/><br/>Lithelle reclines, laying as the other Mer instructed only minutes before, however now the idea seemed like a sound one instead of  adorably overprotective...it now seemed like a sound idea as the room was quickly spinning.  The Bosmer withholds a grunt of pain and instead cranes upwards , pressing her lips to Kaliths and tugging the other woman atop of her.  Her lips part as her tongue presses against the Dunmers cool lips. Her thigh's spread , giving Kalith a place to rest. Her long tanned arms drape around the cool flesh of the other womans shoulders, worming her hand under the fabric of her shirt to slowly let her warm finger tips dig into the cool flesh of the Dunmers back. She moans quietly and deepens their kiss, her tongue meandering over the other womans tongue , lips and teeth. She stumbles over the sharp incisor and leans back just enough to give the Dunmer a quizzical look. She doesn't say anything, letting the question ask itself.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>