Lilla giggled like a young Priory Supplicant at the moment that Abida smiled and held her belly mentioning the need for food. She enjoyed the foot rubbing immensely but had to agree,<br/><br/>"I think your right" She giggled.<br/><br/>She let Abida kiss her, the light touches accentuating the recent love making even more, tenderness juxtaposed with ravenous need,  but also now she just watched her when she stood up off the bed and moved across the room. She winced, her face pouting when Abida injured her toe. She got up, not too quietly either, her feet always landing solidly on the deck, the warriors center a gravity always in the best spot for balance made her foot falls heavy. Abida could hear her approach as she fumbled through the items in refrigeratorium. The two would look amusing to a fly on the<b>bulkhead</b>. Two naked ladies, one bronzed and lithe bent over a refrigeratorium, the other tal,l pale and sportly toned approaching her from behind.<br/><br/>For Lilla this moment meant everything to her. She could treat Abida as an experiment, a lovely one but just an experiment in her attempt to find herself and leave it at that. Or Lilla could choose to make this into something worth fighting for, worth dying for. With all her thoughts on her from before, she already knew her answer to this question; what it meant to her?. She knew the answer very well.<br/><br/>Lilla knelt by Abida, her breasts pushing up against her, sliding her hand around her side, letting her palm cup Abida's lean tummy, that feeling of her hand there sent a wave of intimate closeness through her. Feelings of care and protection and love flooded her as she smiled holding her soft belly. Not entirely sure what to make of all of them, she focused on her immediate needs.<br/><br/>"The things in High Gothic.." Lilla pointed with her other hand over Abida's shoulder, "That and that... they are high in both protein as well as natural sugars... probably somethings we both need right now." If Abida could see her face, she was smirking and winking. Her hand continued to stroke her belly softly and gently.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>