Aria gasped in surprise, and then great delight, as Rose turned swiftly. Much as she'd thirsted for it, the kiss caught her by surprise; she thought she'd sensed at least some reciprocated interest in Rose, but the shifter had seemed somewhere between teasing or genuinely concerned about their punctuality or both. Her lips slid, slickened with the warm fragrant water, after Rose's, deftly pinching each of the other woman's lips between her own to tug them playfully. She licked the insides of Rose's upper lip with her tongue, which then darted into Rose's mouth for the very briefest of moments like a whisking rapier, but with a suggestive upward lick which her tail mirrored against Rose's thigh below.<br/><br/>She pulled back only once Rose did, and rotated her arms to clasp the tub rim behind her, as if needing to chain herself away from the shifter. Her hazel eyes were thirsty, fiendish even, and she felt her nails digging against the marble rim behind her. "Such a lovely prospect to let one's mind daydream upon in the meantime - and we'll see if it's actual<em>sleep</em>you get."<br/><br/>"But if something this eve causes you to change your mind, don't consider it a promise. Or if, say, you find yourself out until the wee hours but desiring this room's bed to collapse in then, it's yours, even if just for sleep and not because I am in it. I'd already asked for a second key in case I lost one; I'll be sure it to give it to you when we dress." She laughed, "And you're likely right that Luneth will be anything but disheartened if you explain your...flexibility. I in turn will let you know that it absolutely fine with me if you learn that, whether just for tonight or ongoing, you find that....a part of you need's a man's company and not just mine. Or another lady's even. Come to think of it, I wonder if there'll be any fetching and flexible lasses on board this eve; hmm..." she licked her lips but her eyes never left Rose. Her manner was less aristocratic that it had been sometimes that day; almost feral or feline now, her face hungry, and her body coiled as if to pounce.<br/><br/>"Shall we dress then? Since you've been so admirably forthright with your own thoughts upon the course of your eve, I shall say plainly now: if you do not surrender the ground, or rather seas, of the tub soon, I do not think I can keep myself of you much longer. Perhaps I am a bit of a fiend after all."<br/>