Syrisa licked her lips, quivering as Emma called her 'my love'. It made her skin tingle and she purred in pleasure at the closeness they now shared. She, for not the first time today, found herself at a loss for words and stammered in response to Emma's jest about filling up on her. She just went back to finishing her meal, trying some of the pasta while watching Emma lean back in the chair and relax. the young mageling just stared at her lover wanting to commit every millimetre of the gorgeous woman to memory. Once she felt she had done that, she finished her wine and stood up.<br/><br/>She walked over to the warrior and planted a soft kiss on the perfectly smooth cheek. "<span style="color: indigo">I feel the wine has gone straight to my head and I must go lay down. It you do not feel like doing the dishes, I am sure I would not protest a little company. It has been so cold at night."</span>She leaned in again to nibble the curve of Emma's ear before slipping away to the bedroom. She was full and exhaustion from all the strenuous activity had quickly caught up to her. She slipped the robe off and let it drop to the floor before crawling onto the bed, giving Emma a wonderful view if she had followed.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>