Elisa smiled. ”I go to work every day with a room full of people carrying guns, all of them trained to use them. If I couldn’t trust people who could kill me whenever they wanted, I wouldn’t be able to do my job.” She told her, wanting to kiss Dominique herself, and able to easily tell Dominique wanted to kiss her again too. It would be so easy, she thought, just to get lost in this woman. Her eyes, the way her voice just seemed to settle into her and tug at her heart, her smile… the way it felt to touch her, be touched by her, to just be around her… this was the real thing all right. She’d realized that when Dominique had kissed her, if not the first kiss, then for sure the second.

”…You have an answer for everything, don’t you?” Dominique accused lightly, though privately she did resent Elisa a little for it somehow.

Elisa just kept looking into her eyes and then moved towards her and their lips met. The kiss was sweet and tender, yet spoke of real passion. Dominique held Elisa to her, Elisa’s hands rested around the backs of her shoulders, their bodies just fitting together like… like destiny. Dominique found herself deepening the kiss, wanting more, almost demanding it. Elisa pressed back and Dominique found herself backed up against the refrigerator door. Her head felt like drums were pounding in her ears, though she couldn’t hear them, just feel them. Everything felt warm inside, like she was burning but it wasn’t hot. She couldn’t think anything more than she didn’t want this to stop, she wanted more, needed… needed more.

So, when Elisa finally broke the kiss and stepped back, Dominique found herself moaning a little at the loss and staring into Elisa’s eyes, having to exert great effort not to go to her again and take her in her arms again and force her to keep kissing her, keep touching her. She… she wanted to mate with this woman, she realized, wanted to tear her clothes off and be with her.

Elisa, for her part, was fairly mesmerized by the look in Dominique’s eyes. Fierce, wild, wanting – like they wanted to just take her. Her heart was beating fast in her chest, but she wasn’t afraid of that look – Just the opposite, in fact. That look called to her, made her feel… like home… More than she’d felt with her own family, or even… even with Margot. It was not just a little crazy to feel that way, of course. Dominique was right, they’d only just met, and, really, she didn’t know very much about her. But this was a feeling, and you couldn’t tell an emotion what to do, that’s just not how it worked. Though she’d be lying to herself if she didn’t admit that it made her feel guilty to think those things – Like she were betraying Margot somehow.