"Be good, this isn't the time for that kind of thing." Elizabath lightly patted Tiffaney, her worries over ridding her desires.
"Fine, but at least…" Dragging Elizabeth back on the bed, Tiffaney snaked her arms around Elizabath. Her smaller stature allowed her to comfortably curl up on the others shoulder.
"If that isn't good for you, we can move." Tiffaney contented sighs and voice robbed her partner of the ability to deny her. Letting it be the taller one asked the question she really wanted to know.
"Is this…going to be fine?"
"Probably not, but the crime isn't significant." It would have been better if heir Dyne could reassure her, but it wasn't looking good.
