"Between you and I, I suspect that this...arrangement was Grandmother's way of agreeing with you on that last point," the pale woman says softly, her fingers giving Kenna's a gentle squeeze in response to the smaller woman's touch. It seemed an unconscious thing, but she turned at just the right moment...<br/><br/>Lips met. Riselin made a soft noise, surprised by the contact.  But then she made another noise, almost a cat's purr, and Kenna felt those lips part and something wet and warm teasing her own, playing as if seeking entrance.<br/><br/>Tongue? Rather forward! But then Kenna had seen her parents kissing like that when they thought she wasn't watching them, and by Mother's slight smiles and Mama's beatific ones, it was something they enjoyed sharing with each other and with Father.  How would that feel?<br/><br/>At the same time, Riselin's other hand found Kenna's head, thumb brushing the back of one pointed ear, fingers cupping the back of her skull and stroking her hair.  Then Riselin was pulling back a little, breathing in, eyes storm-dark and full of questions.<br/><br/>"We ought to be careful," she said softly. "Much as, uhm..."<br/><br/>A blush blossomed across her face, deep and rich red that her natural pallor did nothing to soften.<br/><br/>"Much as I should like to continue this and see so much more of you, I really did just come to make sure you were all right, and if I am not back out of this chamber and unmussed in short order, we may find ourselves being led to a chapel before we know what happened. So...do you feel well enough to rise from my bed and walk about a ways? To be seen, ah, clothed and in proper state of mind, that is."<br/><br/>She tried to smile.<br/><br/>"I shall move into my new townhouse promptly and send word. We might have some better fortune exploring our options after that. Or I could perhaps come see this luxurious spa?"  Now she did manage a smile. "Or would you be too shy to have me there?"<br/><br/>