Her kisses were thirsty, her caresses were almost possessive, and when Cailana pulled back, down, and away, Minha found herself almost growling-- such was the desire in her.  But it was submission into which the other woman placed herself, and that was enough to appease her.  "You want more, do you?" Minha said fondly, placing her hand on the top of Cailana's head and running her fingers through her short hair.  "At least you're honest about it.  I do appreciate a certain measure of honesty with me..."<br/><br/>The fingers on Cailana's head roamed downwards, along the back of one of her ears, then down the side of her neck... and the gentle smoothness of fingertips became the smooth sharpness of fingernail.  In the back of Minha's awareness she registered the increasing disarray of her robes; she shrugged the outer few layers as an afterthought, exposing bare arms and neck.  Some fanciful thoughts crossed her mind as she considered her new volunteer-plaything and were discarded as at least momentarily impractical, but one remained that pleased her to implement.  "On your hands and knees," Minha instructed the other woman, letting nails rake down her back in a slow, smooth spiral pattern downwards.  "I will show you what I've learned from the Unquestionable..."