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( Isabela is in no position to judge; her apartment is also sparsely decorated, feature wall aside. Tapping a finger against her chin in exaggerated thoughtfulness. )

I assume both will feature at one point or the other... so perhaps we ought to start there.

( Without any further ado, she begins to head in that direction. )

Oh, certainly.

[Well! She's certainly not going to be left behind. Kerra moves, already reaching up to unbutton her cloak and start working loose the fastenings on her tunic.]

So, why don't you demonstrate exactly what you were thinking, and I'll return the favor, eh?

( Noticing the beginnings of Kerra's stripping, once Isabela makes it to the bed she begins to return in kind. Not that she's wearing quite as many layers as the other woman, mind you. She slips the sleeves of her tunic down her shoulders so that she'll be able to step out of it with ease. )

I think you've got the right idea.

[With a nod, Kerra finished undoing the fastenings and let it slip away, baring her undergarments. Just a simple black bra, nothing too wild. Trousers were the next target, and she laughed softly as she stumbled towards the bedding, trying to kick out of them and getting a bit tangled.]

Hah...I'm probably going to need help with this.

[...Intentional? Probably yes.]

( Intentional or unintentional, Isabela cares not. She'll happily assist Kerra remove her trousers, pulling at the material until they can shimmy it off the other women's legs.

Once that's done, she finally steps out of her tunic. She's not wearing a breast band, only scant small clothes on her lower half that barely cover everything important.

She flops down on the bed with a laugh, eyes roving over the other woman's body. )

[With that out of the way, Kerra rolls over with a quick, lazy grin. The hand not propping her up reaches out to Isabela's waist, drawing her in.

She murmurs something approving at the toned skin beneath her fingers, but her eyes remain on the other's, a intent and focused.]

Now, where were we back in that elevator...

[Leaning in, she goes for a kiss, equal parts headed and playful. She's got nothing if not a zest for life!]

( Isabela can certainly appreciate enthusiasm, and one hand comes to cup the side of Kerra's face as she deepens the kiss, while the other settles itself at the other woman's waist.

When breaking for air becomes a necessity, Isabela only draws back as much as necessary before saying, with something of a smirk on her face: )

Yes, I do believe we were... somewhere around there.

( The hand on Kerra's waist slides up to her side, coming to rest on the band of her bra. A bit perplexed, she starts: )

I've never seen anything quite like this before.

[Kerra looks down, somewhat amused.]

A bra? Well, it's not as complicated as it looks.

[She disentangles her arm a bit so she can slip it behind her, undoing the simple clasp at the back. That had been picked for ease of removal, though she wasn't expecting to meet someone who hadn't seen one before.]

It's called a bra. Some women have more complicated ones, but I like keeping mine simple. For moments like this.

( Isabela makes a tittering noise of amusement as she watches Kerra remove the offending garment with great interest. ) If that's simple ... I'd say I'd hate to see complicated, but it sounds like an interesting challenge.

I've got a fancy one. I'll show you later. Let you practice undoing it, too.

[For now though...she's just going to dive right back in, rolling her weight a bit so she'll wind up straddling Isabela's legs.]

...Later. Much later.

( Isabela shifts to allow the other woman to be able to straddle her better, and the hand that had previously been at Kerra's side moves towards towards her breast in order to cup it. A finger flicks out towards the nipple in a light and teasing touch. )

Oh, I do look forward to that. Very much.

[Kerra hisses softly, eyes closing as she relaxes into the touch. Her hand reflexively reaches out to return the gesture, pressing flat to Isabella's stomach and sliding up, not pausing as it rolls over a breast, giving it a squeeze.]

You know what you like...clearly...that's good.

[She's often the teacher, helping people begin their moonlacing...]

( Isabela hums contentedly at the welcome contact as she leans towards one of Kerra's ears to give it a curious nip, wondering if that is one of the things that the other woman likes. Breath warm against Kerra's skin, Isabela says: )

I could say the same for you.

( How else could they have gotten here so efficiently? )

Mmmhmm.

[It's more a pleased sigh than anything else. Wordless, her eyes drifting a bit. Her ears were one of the places she enjoyed contact the most, and she found herself listing slightly towards Isabela.]

...What's not to like? I mean, look at you.

( Well, she suppose that answers that question. Bolstered by the noise Kerra makes, Isabela flicks her tongue against the shell of the other woman's ear. )

Oh, like you're one to talk.

Psssh.

[She laughs, but that's just her way of accepting the compliment. Turning her head, she nips at Isabela's ear in kind, and lets her hand reach to cup and squeeze one breast.]

So now that we're alone...I believe you were going to demonstrate some things?

( Her mind casts back to those shivery moments they'd shared in the elevator, and she finds herself only too eager to provide. )

Oh, yes, that's right. Was there a particular demonstration you had in mind?

( Enjoying the weight of the other woman's hand on her breast, Isabela returns her own hand to Kerra's nipple, twisting it between forefinger and thumb with slow, gentle motions. )

Absolutely.

[Kerra shifts her weight, leaning forward to make this easier. And get her chest within easy reach to lean up and kiss it.]

A few kisses in some...out of the way places, maybe?

Other places... such as this?

( She leans in, gently nudging limbs and heads out of the way so she can kiss Kerra's chest, pressing her lips to the swell of the other woman's breast before moving her mouth towards the nipple, gently tugging at it with her teeth.

Don't worry, she has every intention to continue her journey downward...

... Maybe. )

Yes...exactly like that.

[Kerra breathes in, and then out, letting her chest rise and fall a bit, truly enjoying the hard sensation of teeth against her skin.]

...Definitely not a bad start.

( The comment earns Kerra a sharper graze of teeth; Isabela's confident in her skills being more than just not bad. Not that she really needs to be told, though; the validation she needs is evident in the other woman's breathing.

Lifting her head and gently pressing one hand against Kerra's side, Isabela says: )

Lie down for me.

( It's more of a suggestion than a request. They might as well get more comfortable if she's going to continue her work here. )

[Kerra's breathing hitches at the nip, in the best possible way. Yes, she was just...well, she doesn't know what she was doing. She was talking out of her ass like she always does.

At the suggestion, she brightens, and with a jaunty grin slides clear and flops down on the bedding.]

Aye aye, Captain.

[Turning her head to look at Isabella, eyes bright and smiling, she wriggles in anticipation.]

( After Kerra lies down, Isabela returns her lips to other woman's skin, peppering the underside of her breasts with close-mouthed kisses before continuing downwards towards the navel.

Her fingers hook into the band of Kerra's underwear. )

Mind if I remove these?

Mind?

[Kerra laughs, reaching one hand down to brush through Isabela's hair...]

I thought you'd never ask.

( She huffs gently, all the while tugging Kerra's underwear down her thighs. )

You could've taken them off yourself, you know.

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