The kiss ends, the supernova fades, and Isabelle's vision returns. Brown eyes meet brown as the air returns to her lungs. She can taste the sweat and salt of her own blood.

[i]Is[/i] this what she wants? No.

Yes.

Close?

She doesn't know what exactly she's thinking. Her brain isn't forming full sentences, so much as emotions and impulses. Somewhere in her, buried under arousal, there is a reconciliation - a balancing - that will need to take place. Between what she wants, the limits she wants to set, and what the other woman wants.

Her hand grabs the front of Asil's dress shirt. It makes Asil pause, unsure if she's going to be pushed away.

Isabelle's eyes lock onto hers, blinking from under lashes. Her mouth is open, still panting, and she licks her lip across the spot where she'd been bitten. Long fingers curl in, catching behind a button. Pulling the cloth tight across the other woman's chest. Until, hesitantly, feather light at first, but more impatiently at the second, she tugs forward. 

The supernova may be gone, but a fire burns still - white hot and [i]molten[/i] with need.

There's a split second - where comprehension dawns on the young woman's face before they crash together.

Asil kisses her again, forcefully, hungrily. Her tongue demands entrance and Isabelle submits with a needy moan. Hands find her hips, fingers digging in and Isabelle breaks the kiss to gasp. Her body shudders, cold sweat breaking out as she feels the other woman flush against her - their chests pressed together. Two thin pieces of fabric all that separates from the skin underneath. She pushes forward and Isabelle's back meets the wall of the room with enough force to make it shake. 

Her hand finds the back of Asil's head, fingers tangling amongst short locks as the other woman trails kisses down her neck. 

"MMm! No ... no marks ..." Isabelle gasps, as she feels the other woman's teeth press down on her skin.

Asil breaks the kiss, disappointed at first, until Isabelle pulls down the mesh of her bodysuit. The sound of the zip thunderous in the silence of the room, revealing her upper chest and collarbone.

"Here." she says. "Where I can hide i-it."

Asil doesn't wait, one hand grabs her by the jaw, tilting her face up and away, a finger tracing down open lips as she sucks hard on the exposed skin. Isabelle can't help the groan that escapes, her whole body shaking. Asil adjusts her position, slotting a leg in between just as Isabelle feels the strength give out from her knees. A hand grasps her tightly, and Isabelle surrenders, giving in to whatever comes next.

The wall shakes again.

What will you do here today, Asil? Will you stop? Will you go? Further than you should? Or just far enough? What will you take from this woman? What will you give in return? Isabelle does not have your techniques, she does not have the willpower or knowledge to do anything other than submit. (Which she will do willingly, [i]enthusiastically [/i]even). She's trusting you to draw the line as to where this ends.