The feel of those strong hands being so gentle with her as the soap slid over wet skin had Syrisa squirming slightly. The pleasure she felt growing had somewhat ruined her relaxation and she looked up to Emma's face while her mouth refused to relinquish its hold on her nipple. She knew Emma's teasing caress was not accidental and she was sure that the warrior knew exactly how much she was driving Syrisa to distraction. When the bar of soap was set aside Emma's tactics for rinsing her were just as devious. The little mageling was so relaxed though that her body refused to move so her only recourse was to lick and suck harder at Emma's breast, her small teeth nibbling the throbbing flesh.<br/><br/>She could only nod at the comment about the dark arts being a non-option. Her mouth was too busy for word. The redhead simply leaned against the taller warrior's warm, toned body and kept up her teasing of Emma's breasts. She was enjoying this so much that she almost regretted that it would soon be her turn to wash Emma. On the other hand she was looking very forward to a measure of revenge for all the teasing that Emma was getting away with.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>