At first, Addy didn't answer. A heavy silence settled around the pair as they stood across from each other as if they were about to duel. With her arms crossed over her chest the little healer scrutinized Sira, her eyes like sharp emeralds as they trickled along the Kelvic woman's form. From top to toes, Addy leered until Sira began to fidget.
Having spent much time exploring, the women knew each others bodies as well as they knew their own. Familiarity, combined with their close partnership and the amount of time they spent together, had made them both soft. It didn't take long for them to discover the little things that made the other moan or squirm. In truth, while delightful, with each of these discoveries the women had grown more and more complacent. The relationship had moved from the sultry, wild affair it had been into an easy thing full of companionship and love. But, as Addy found out the hard way, that didn't mean the passion was gone.
On top of all that, Addy realized she hardly dressed up anymore. In the beginning the little woman would spend hours on her dark auburn locks, twisting or straightening before applying a layer of make-up that would, in the end, transform her into her desired look. From devilishly sexy to innocently seductive, Addy had worked them all. A glance down at her current outfit, a light green pair of bryda and vinati that she had now worn for the second day in a row, brought a blush to her cheeks that blossomed and spread down onto the lightly freckled skin of her chest. Complacent, indeed.
Primly choosing to ignore Sira's inquiry, Addy finally took a step towards the taller woman. It was a small step that brought them within centimeters of touching, though a small pocket of air hovered between them. The heat that radiated from Sira, enflamed by her discomfort or the wild chase Addy had lead her on, only deepened the color that stained the smaller woman's cheeks.
"I think..." Her voice had lowered to a throaty purr, the likes of which Sira had never been on the receiving end of. It was the soft, smoky tone that Addy used to lure in a hesitant suitor. The mysterious, sultry quality defied her rather innocent seeming, bubbly personality just enough to immediately draw her prey in. However, Addy and Sira's relationship had been built on an undeniable attraction to each other; there was no need for the silky, dark heat of seduction when they had more than enough raw sexual tension to feed off of. "... I have a lot of apologizing to do."
The air around them seemed to sizzle, the uncomfortable silence finally broken. It no longer mattered that they were hardly sequestered away in their aerie, but instead out in an open corridor. If passerby stopped to stare, Addy didn't notice. The light breeze that cantered around the pair raised goosebumps on the exposed skin of her arms and legs; it was also the source of the shiver that rippled from the top of her spine down into her toes, but Addy equated it to the fierce look in Sira's eyes when she finally lifted her own to meet them. How could she keep forgetting that this woman whom she so loved was as deadly as if she were to hug a sword.
Sira, however, made it clear that she was not always fond of being the predator. A flutter of nerves in the pit of her stomach were largely ignored as Addy held the gaze, her hand moving slowly towards the place Sira found most ticklish as she attempted to reverse their rolls. Reaching up as if she were going to gently cup her hand around the base of Sira's skull, a move Addy had used many times in junction with her fingers tangling into Sira's hair as she pulled them together for a kiss, the healer instead lightly trailed the tips of her fingers around behind the other woman's ear, down the line of her neck to trace across the top of her collarbone. The touch was just heavy enough that it wouldn't quite tickle, but light enough that her skin reacted as if it had been tickled anyway, catching Sira in-between sensations.
While Sira was distracted Addy caught a majority of her bright red hair in her other hand, pulling firmly so that she would have no choice but to bend in the direction of the tug. Holding the Kelvic so that their eyes were at the same level, the little healer displaced the pocket of air between them as she pressed herself flush against Sira's hunched form. Her hips rotated forward, her back arching so that her chest would press against Sira's own. With their lips so close, warm breath fogging the air between them, Addy couldn't help but smirk.
"Catch me." Never, ever had she ordered Sira to do anything, though their Bond as Endal and Eagle, Master and Kelvic gave Addy all the power in the world to do so. Those two words, soft and breathy as they hung in the fog of lust between them, was as close to an order as Addy would ever give. No doubt Sira felt the pull to obey, and that was the point; to infuriate and entice the other woman as the healer dropped all pretense of holding Sira close and bolted in the other direction. To remind Sira just how much power over her Addy really did possess; dreams of Sai with all the whips and chains in all of Mizahar couldn't compare.