It was hard, nearly impossible, to stay angry at Leanna for long, the main reason the two of them had gotten on so well in the first years of their marriage. Married life had plenty of hardships, and they'd gotten through alright, but Rebecca wasn't going to risk losing everything she'd fought so hard to find and keep to a woman who seemed to be flying in out of her wife's past. Her free hand rose to caress the curve of Leanna's slender throat, before taking a grip as tight as the one still grasping her hair, shoving the smaller woman against the wall. She didn't give Leanna a chance to charm her, Rebecca was always working with her hands and had a lot more strength than her feminine curves would suggest. "She tries to take yeh from me, I'll beat her to death with my own two hands. I trust yeh, love, but yer not exactly bein' subtle. Am I supposed to believe yeh got all dolled up, and're naked just for me, when yer old flame is comin' t' visit?" A part of her wanted to hurt Leanna, to slap the woman right into the face, to punish her for the violent emotions she awoke.<br/><br/>Her chest was heaving with a mingling of lust, anger and worry, and she abruptly kissed Leanna, mashing their mouths together with violent need. Freeing her wife, she broke the kiss to step back, leaning her shoulders back against the opposite wall, reaching under her skirt to hook her thumbs into the band of her panties, peeling them down over the swell of her hips to fall around her ankles. "C'mere then. If yer gonna act like that, it might as well be f'r me."