Round 5

As the soft beeping of the security system pierced the air, Jeane's crimson eyes flashed with renewed intensity, her slender fingers tracing Silra's jawline with a gentle touch. The elven woman's slender form leaned into Jeane's caress, her silver-blonde hair a stark contrast to the dark leathery wings that seemed to unfold from Jeane's back like a dark, winged halo. "Of course you have permission," Jeane whispered, her voice a low, husky purr that sent shivers down Silra's spine. The proximity alarm's amber glow pulsed with an otherworldly energy, as if it too felt the charged air between the two women.