This Axe is Dull..

Novella watched her wife, amused by the reaction she was eliciting. Her lips curved into a half-smile, and the amusement reached her eyes. It was a snapshot of the Novella that Kaczor had come to love; except it seemed more genuine in the moment.

Her hands were pulled, and she went willingly, resting across the woman's lap. But that's all that Kaczor did; pulled the woman into her lap and asked her what she wanted to happen.

Had anyone ever asked her that before? The thought puzzled her briefly, before she tilted her head into the kiss to her ear, murmuring, Do you have to ask? I thought my pictures were a pretty good tell. She let her tongue trail across her lower lip, as she studied her wife through dark lashes, refusing to tilt her head back to give the woman a full view of her features.

Ella smirked, and bit her lower lip, as she fed her wife's subconscious yet another picture—of her hanging by her wrists, bound with that damn belt. She tilted her head, and pulled together her most innocent doe-eyed look. Do you need... more hints?

@Kaczor Tilani