Shotgun Wedding

Never in all of her years as a spy, had Ella ever had to deal with such a mouth. Her wife-to-be was absolutely filthy, and took many liberties with her verbiage. No-one had ever been such with Novella; though, she's never been sent to court and wed a Lady of such social standing before. Kaczor was near enough to kiss her, though she did not.

What a tease. She found that she quite enjoyed kissing the other woman; and even though Ella could lean forward and initiate the kiss, she did not. She simply peered up at her betrothed, with a reverance that some might mistake for love.

You offer too much, My Lady. A bit breathless; she'd be ignorant to try to control her breathing when the other delighted in her flushing and flustered breathing. And then, a filthy comment came as the other detailed what kind of colors they might look at.

And how she'd delight in peeling the fabrics from her skin. Cheeks flushed pink, Ella giggled nervously. What fabrics are best, when one wishes to devest their betrothed of said fabric? She inquired, geniunely curious to the answer, even as her cheeks burned with heat.