Her touch alone was almost intoxicating in a way, and Lorraine had thought she felt no attraction for women. There were, of course, those who favored people of their shared gender... But Lorraine had always felt such interactions unnatural.. And yet, here she was, leaning into a feminine form, enjoying the touch of the one who offered her such comfort. Perhaps her view on what was and was not natural remained undecided after all. Still, the knowledge that what she was doing, or about to do... Or both really... was against her upbringing kept her cheeks that lovely pink.<br/><br/>The woman's gentle hand cupped Lorraine's jawline and she leaned into the touch, the smile on Fiona's lips making her feel more at ease, and something that passed through her eyes.. Pleasure at Lorraine's correction? And she spoke again, "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/>Lorraine smiled softly at the statement, nodding her head and setting her chocolate hair bobbing. She would have spoken, but she still waited for Fiona's answer. It seemed she would wait a while longer as the whore's skilled hand moved from Lorraine's cheek to her hair and smoothed the loose strands back into place. She looked thoughtful, and Lorraine found herself very hopeful that Fiona would accept her request. Surely she did not know how to proceed, and if she left now she doubted she would ever have the courage to return.<br/><br/>Fiona's expression dimmed after a time, growing a bit more sober. She still wore a smile, but her next words were very seriously spoken, "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/>Her mind raced as the words registered within it. She had asked to be led, and now Fiona was telling her yes, she would lead, but Lorraine could not back out.<em>'Can I really go through with this?'</em>Doubts fluttered through her mind and heart, but even as they did Fiona leaned forward again. She could feel the warmth from the whore's lips as they hovered over hers, and then the kiss, soft, sure, leading and inviting. Lorraine's doubts were cast aside at the feel of Fiona's lips against hers. She let her eyes fall closed again, head turning back to make the connection of their skin that much more sure as she pressed her lips to those of a whore.<br/><br/>It was different in a way from the earlier kisses. Why? Lorraine could not have said, but there was a stirring inside her, and not simply one born of flesh. The moments were savored as they drew out, and then the presence was gone and Fiona's voice brushed against her ears again, "Simply say 'lark' should you desire me to halt at any time, do you understand?"<br/><br/>Lorraine's chest rose and fell in deep breaths. When had her heart started beating so quickly. Her eyes opened in slits as she looked at Fiona, nodding her understanding before speaking aloud, "I do understand." She wanted to reach forward and pet the whore's cheek, or to run her fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck. The desire brought a darker red to her own skin, but she didn't act on it. Not yet.