Kali's witty retort was lost somewhere in the confines of her throat as Lanthra's fingertips smoothed across her cheek like the caress of silk with the pleasurable tingle of magic spreading through her skin to follow. Just when had her little desert flower gotten so bold? Before she could even ponder the idea, the door had opened and she tumbled back into the far wall. The elf's back hits the opposing wall with a dull thud but any pain or discomfort was quickly forgotten when her arms wrapped around Lathra's waist and pulled the curvaceous woman tight against her. Kali's fingers lace at her back and she pressed against her lover's lips insistently and chased them each and every time Lanthra had to pull back for air. She had quickly grown from shy and dumbstruck to a rather competent kisser and while she was far from experienced, the young duelist at least wasn't fumbling through every step anymore. With the same speed she took up the blade, she had taken up the art of pleasing Lanthra.<br/><br/>So lost in going through the motions, Kali did not even notice the heated stares of the guards until the leader of the Kingsguard cleared his throat. Immediately Kali stiffened up, back going straight as a rod while she tugged her hands away from Lanthra with a swiftness that a snake would be green with envy over.  What were they going to do? They were so close to getting away from this dreadful place only to be caught red handed in each others arms at the very start of their venture. Kali knew the leader well and she knew that he was not too easily fooled but Lanthra managed to surprise her once more, easily pretending to be far more drunk than she actually was. It was almost enough to make Kali grin – if she wasn't too concerned about possibly blowing things for them.<br/><br/><br/>She was ready to take up the mantle for Kali and place the final nail in their alibi but that was all before she felt her lover's thin and agile fingers slip beneath the waistband of her pants. The digits met only soft, warm skin and little to no resistance as they swept downward along Kali's midriff and down towards the surprisingly smooth and scandalously hairless mound of her sex. The elf squirmed under the touches, her dark cheeks turning a ruddy brown under the scrutinizing gaze of the Kingsguard and their commander as Lanthra's inquisitive fingers found the equally flush lips of her aroused sex and began to tease the sensitive nub situated at its apex. The shock combined with the sheer pleasure of her lover touching her most intimate of places was nearly enough to cripple Kali but she gritted her teeth and managed to turn a would-be groan of pleasure into a convincing cough that she quickly turned into her shoulder.<br/><br/>“ I'm sorry, Leftenant. I...we-” . The aspiring young duelist's words simply drug out into a pathetic whimper as Lanthra's fingers caressed her sex. Her thighs shook and shivered before finally clamping down on the woman's hand in an effort to still her digits for only a moment so she could clear her mind. With the moment of clarity that action bought, her hands clapped onto Lanthra's slender shoulders and she squeezed down hard, thumbs pressing down into the space between her collarbones in an effort to make her rethink her hidden endeavor.<br/><br/>“Sir, she's very drunk and you know I love her like I would my very own kin. Please, don't make her face her father like this. I'll take her to her room and you can cease to worry. I promise I will make her go face him after she's had some rest and sobered up.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>