Amelia bites her lower lip. Damned tease. She raises her hips so the elf can strip off her loose fitting pants and leave her mostly nude. She stretches out, delighting in the feel of her silken covers upon her bare skin. The alchemist fills her hands with Isaera's tight backside, pulling the elf in closer so she can sit up and kiss the hollow of her throat. "Mmn, that's right you are." Gliding around, Amelia brings her hands to her lover's front, working open her belt and pants.