Franziska grinned, as she fluidly moved from one partner to the next with practiced skill. With Manon, everything felt... right, easier. Though that still gave her no inclination to settle down. In her family that seemed the norm, after all, to take eons to settle. After all, it had taken her father until his thirties to find her mother again.
"Ah, yes. You are indeed a woman of greed. Quite fetching," she nipped the princess' ear, whispering softly, "Be careful, la mia sterlina. Jealousy makes your skin look green." Fran nuzzled the Orlesian Princess, lips leaving a gentle trail of soft kisses against exposed flesh, before she once again met the other woman's eyes.
"Ah, they know where I'll be when I've free time, hm?" She teased. She followed obedioently, Fran grabbed a bottle of wine from a server as they passed. She clutched the wine to her chest, frowning as they entered a hallway and Manon let her go.
"I'm sorry, la mia sterlina," she murmured, reaching to slip an arm around the other woman's waist, hugging her against herself as they entered the balcony. "Let me catch you up on me, first. Make sure you remember me." She was suckling a hickey to the side of the princess' neck, when they entered the balcony. One hand grasping Manon's, the other held wine and that arm was around her waist, mussing her skirts.
And as the door to the balcony closed, she frowned, staring at the man in front of them. Clearing her throat, hoping stupidly that Byron had not heard them, she straightened and released Manon entirely.
"Ah... uhm," a blush settled on the woman's cheeks. She wasn't sure what to say, or what to do. She'd never been bothered being caught with girls before; but Manon...
She was Manon. Different.
"Ah, yes. You are indeed a woman of greed. Quite fetching," she nipped the princess' ear, whispering softly, "Be careful, la mia sterlina. Jealousy makes your skin look green." Fran nuzzled the Orlesian Princess, lips leaving a gentle trail of soft kisses against exposed flesh, before she once again met the other woman's eyes.
"Ah, they know where I'll be when I've free time, hm?" She teased. She followed obedioently, Fran grabbed a bottle of wine from a server as they passed. She clutched the wine to her chest, frowning as they entered a hallway and Manon let her go.
"I'm sorry, la mia sterlina," she murmured, reaching to slip an arm around the other woman's waist, hugging her against herself as they entered the balcony. "Let me catch you up on me, first. Make sure you remember me." She was suckling a hickey to the side of the princess' neck, when they entered the balcony. One hand grasping Manon's, the other held wine and that arm was around her waist, mussing her skirts.
And as the door to the balcony closed, she frowned, staring at the man in front of them. Clearing her throat, hoping stupidly that Byron had not heard them, she straightened and released Manon entirely.
"Ah... uhm," a blush settled on the woman's cheeks. She wasn't sure what to say, or what to do. She'd never been bothered being caught with girls before; but Manon...
She was Manon. Different.
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