Such quiet simple peace in being held, the slow relaxing of the Lady's limbs told her it had been far too long since she had allowed it, what had happened that Lorraine had shunned touch so? She read that tension and soothed it gently, never seeming to notice how certain caresses, the work of her fingers against the scalp and then trailing lower melted the bones she deftly sought out. So many foolishly disregarded how important such simple touches as mere hugs could mean, and others walled themselves away from it. Apparently her new lady songbird had been one of those, but Fiona had a surprising amount of will power for one who seemed so airy and cheerful; she would remove brick by careful brick until the Lady allowed herself comfort.<br/><br/>Each touch was to that aim, not calculated but instinctive, Fiona never over analyzed what felt right with a patron, simply allowed her senses to guide hr and the patron both to whatever end was desired. And still she hummed, soft gentle sound that had no words, nothing to detract from the sort of haze the two of them had slipped into, sitting full in the sunshine that came through her windows.<br/><br/>Lorraine moved and Fi shifted back, a smile ready on her lips as a hand came up to cup the delicate line of her client's jawline, so fine and soft was the Lady's skin. Her fingers caressed gently upon the satin skin, noting the pink that flushed the woman's cheeks so prettily. Her smiled deepened, blossoming with a radiant sort of understanding as the words tumbled out like an awkward new born kitten. So eager, so unsure. How the brunette corrected herself and spoke calmly drew a flash of approval through the scholar's daughter's eyes. The redhead leaned forward slowly, dusting a kiss upon the pert tip of Lorraine's nose. "That was more proper wasn't it songbird dear? Words have a magic of their own you know, perhaps later I'll spin you a tale to hear as you spun one with your singing."<br/><br/>The question Lady Stanbury had asked lingered in the air as the hand that didn't cup and caress her cheek moved to softly smooth the gleaming strands of silken hair that had slipped loose on the woman. Fi let the silence linger, considering it. She did not often take the lead with patron's but she sensed this was what was needed, and that she was also apt to enjoy it with so sweet a woman. It would give her a way to heal, to pamper one who seemed to so struggle to accept things. Her smile dimmed, still there but a look of somber focus descended onto the whore's delicate features. "I will if that is what you truly desire Lorraine; do not ask it of me only to revoke it so soon after. If I lead you you give over to me the control of this encounter; you will be my superior no more, for that will not work. I do promise you that it would only last for the duration of your time with me today; and that should you wish it to end with good reason it will."<br/><br/>She leaned in once more, this time her soft lips hovering just over the other womans before she kissed her, slow and surely, seducing the Lady and leading her into passions first touches. Breaking the connection she murmured against Lorraine's lips "Simply say 'lark' should you desire me to halt at any time, do you understand?"