Round 10 Transcript

Jeane circles Silra once more, her eyes tracing every curve with possessive intensity. The sight of her wife standing there so exposed, so vulnerable despite her bravado, sends a jolt of pure desire straight to Jeane's core. You say I can look all I like—but the question is, for how long? She moves closer, letting her wings unfurl slightly, the soft feathers brushing Silra's arms as she passes. Because once I start touching what's mine—and believe me, I will—you might find yourself losing that composure you're clinging to so tightly. Jeane reaches out, running a single finger along Silra's jawline. Her touch is feather-light but charged with intent. The question isn't whether I'll mark you up, my dear. It's how much of your perfect skin I can get my claws into before you break and beg for more. She lets her hand trail down Silra's neck slowly, deliberately, stopping just above the swell of her breast. And trust me, you will beg.

Silra meets Jeane's circling gaze with a smirk that doesn't quite mask the heat building behind her eyes. Almost? she repeats, arching one eyebrow. Careful, love—flattery will get you everywhere. Or nowhere at all, depending on how you play this. She runs her own eyes deliberately down Jeane's curves, lingering on places she knows are sensitive—the slope of the demon's shoulder, the dip at her waist, the swell of her hip—and then back up to meet those dark eyes with a challenge in hers. You want to look? By all means. But I didn't marry an audience—though I suppose that depends on how creative you get. Silra reaches out one hand, trailing fingertips feather-light along Jeane's arm from shoulder to wrist—a touch meant to test rather than tease. I'm still deciding if you deserve to do more than look, though. You've been awfully full of yourself lately—all this 'my wife' business. Might need convincing that you're worth the effort. Her tone is light but her eyes are sharp as she steps closer, invading Jeane's space with deliberate purpose. So go on then. Show me something worth unraveling that bravado over. Unless you'd rather I just... She lets her hand fall away. ...keep standing here and let you admire the view?