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Arms still around her shoulders, she smiled and wet her lips. A shudder ran up along her spine, the sudden difference in tempture from the cool night to the warmth of the building unnerving her skin.

"Mmm, nothing." Cora paused and then shook her head leaning in to tilt her head and kiss the jaw of the other woman. "Everything." Her tongue was loose and in the morning she was probably going to regret everything she said, but at the moment Cora did not care. "Imma twenty-eight year old virgin because of you.." her finger reached out and poked Tara on the chest, her words getting a little more passionate the more she spoke. "And now that you're here she still dun let me, I'm twenty-eight!"

"Twenty-eight!" The age seemed important to state as she looked at Tara (or Zeus? she didn't know, didn't care either) before she wet her lips again. "You're her husband and she needs ta stop being a prude." Her hands moved then to lightly rest on her waist and was surprised by the curve there, feminine, it was sort of nice.

"Also, I really want to have sex." Oh yes, tomorrow she would regret all the words that came out of her mouth.

Her eyes dropped to look down at the hand around her grasp, eyes sort of focused on the monchormatic comparison of skin. Stepping forward, a little closer, her head raised, her chin lifting as if she were attempting to defend herself. "Because she's a prude." It seemed a logical answer and was glad when she kissed her again, letting her body meld into the other, moving a hand to rest on Tara's shoulder for support. "I had to- quiet her out. Would have stopped me otherwise." She spoke softly, her forehead nearly leaning on Tara's before she kissed her again.

There was something theatrical about kissing her, not in an over-dramatic sense, but poignant, almost unreal, she felt like--if she were to have a camera--the view would be the one you saw in movies and television, not the way real people kissed, except it felt more than real, it was soft and she tasted like a heady wine.

She followed Tara's lead, moving her own hand closer to her neck, near her hair just as she began to pull her back toward the bedroom. Cora swallowed a little heavy, but smiled, flushing slightly. "If they're gonna make us together, we might as well get to know each other too, right?"

Her feet followed the leading pull, impressed she didn't trip, but she was wearing flats and- well, when the bed was in sight it seemed a nice place to sit surprised when Tara was helping her remove the shoes. She looked down at her, wide eyed and almost staring before biting at her bottom lip and nodding. "Okay, thanks." And if she had not had so much alcohol in her blood she would not have taken her up on the offer but instead she turned around and crawled further up onto the bed, laying down with her arms above her head for a moment, eyes closing.

"Comfy." Her hands moved to run through her hair and she then rolled onto her side to look at Tara. "Looks my room. I can't ever put work away. Too much to do." With a yawn she rolled onto her back again and looked up at the ceiling smiling. "She really like him, you know? She doesn't say it out loud much, but he's all she ever wants. Worried about him all the time, we thought we found him once and she let me date him," Cora's head turned again to look at her, smiling softly. "Gabriel. He was so nice. I liked him a lot. When he wasn't-" she bit her lip, eyes starting to water, "I just want someone to like me... Is that so much to ask?"

The touch had her eyes closing and as Tara joined her on the bed, she gladly turned toward her, arm wrapping around the other woman, her own head tilting to rest on hers. It was nice, the physical comfort and touch, she hadn't really remembered what that was like; Cora's head turned to let her lips slip against her forehead, smiling and scooting her stomach toward her as she was pulled closer, letting her own head then tilt down to nearly nuzzle against her.

"I like you too," her voice was nearly a whisper, emotional and thick, eyes closing, enjoying the press of a kiss to her own forehead. "I didn't use to watch tv at all, now I do- all the time. Watch you, you have a really pretty smile."

Her head nearly tucked into Tara's shoulder, a small smile on her face, enjoying the comfort. The answer given however, gathered a small head shake; "mm, no I've seen it. Real smile, beautiful." When Tara then bent to look down at her, Cora's own rose up and she gave her her own smile, opening her mouth to make another comment though joyfully surprised by the kiss instead, pressing closer to her, nearly pressing her back to get that much closer.

Truthfully, she heard the next words out of Tara's mouth but she didn't want to listen, pretended she didn't hear, and instead dropped a kiss down to her neck, nearly down to her collar, trying to illicit some reaction more suited to her drunken desires.

Her arm wrapped around the back of Tara's neck as she pushed her in return, rolling her own to her back. Her eyes were closed enjoying the now reciprocated affections; body flushing and shivering as her legs were nudged apart and Tara's slide between.

There was a quiet sighed moan and her body arced to meet Tara's, free hand sliding down the smooth material of her nightgown as her head lifted off the mattress to press harder into the kiss.

She had to let out a thick breath, mouth opening unconsciously at the grind against her hips and her hand suddenly fisted tightly into the material to pull her closer. A knee bent and arched, pressing her hips, rolling against her and her arm moved some what ungracefully moved to cup her cheek into a deeper kiss.

Her leg was lifting up to nearly curve around Tara's opposite hip to her own that was being teased. The attention was causing her blood to heat and in her drunken state she didn't bother to hold back the pleasured noise as she did so. Her head again lifted, this time to try and follow the pattern of the kiss as it moved down her throat, eventually giving up to let her head fall back stretching out taut as the soft lips pressed sweet attention down it.

She bit her lip again and moved a hand to grasp low on Tara's back, the other hand once cupping a cheek moved to fist into the coverlet below her.

Cora didn't bother to answer the word spoken against her, too busy enjoying the sensations rather.

She submitted to the kiss, putting her hand back up to touch and rest against her neck. Her body responded with a staccato breath and a quiet moan as Tara moved along her body. She arched down along with the hand until Tara was grasping her and she let out a breathy gasp, legs spreading just a hint automatically.

And then Tara stopped. With the words, with her hand and Cora stared up at her in a wavering haze, mouth falling open slightly. She did not speak for a long moment, to thrown by the words. Unlike her previous trials to just keep going this seemed to resonate with her and after a moment she scowled; though Hera was still in the background, the expression was more remiss of her then the mortal.

She squirmed away from Tara and stood next to the bed, fumbling for a moment, with her jeans before managing to pull them down and then with some awkward arm movements threw her shirt off as well, standing in nothing but a thin white camisole. "Fine. Fine. Where can I sleep?" The words sounded clear, but her brain was still addled with liquor and now sexual frustration.

There was a little glare but the touch was nice and so after a moment she gave a nod and moved to crawl back into the bed. Laying on her side a leg bent on top of the other as she slide both hands under a cheek to look up at Tara wide-eyed. "I am pretty tired..."

Sort of nuzzling into her own hands, she yawned and closed her eyes. "Imma have a hangover tomorrow. I'm sorry."

Just as she had feared the night before, she awoke with a cracking pain in her head and not paying any attention to her surroundings managed to stumble to the bathroom to lean over the toilet and dry heave, attempting to dispel her stomach contents only there were none to do so. Giving a quiet moan to herself, Cora leaned her forehead on the side of the bowl, the cool porcelain comforting against her skin before she stood up and stumbled to the mirror.

She looked like a ratty nest of hungover college student that she had not been in too many years to count. Cora realized after a moment of beratement, this was not her bathroom, not her apartment. There was panic for a moment, where was she? Before she remembered.

Tara, Zeus. Oh gods.

She had made a fool of herself.

Turning on the faucet she began to wash her face. In the very least she was going to try and look not like death-warmed over when she made her apologies.

She was dapping her face dry when she noticed Tara's presence and flushed a gentle pink color, covering it though, with a final brush of the towel. "I'm, sorry, yes. I used-" she held up the towel slightly "to wash my face, I hope that is alright?" She couldn't quite meet Tara's gaze, flashes of her actions made her have to fight a continued explosion of color over her cheeks.

She ran a hand through her tangled hair, smoothing it out the best she could when Tara left and looked around; she could not remember where her pants were. And then she was back and it didn't matter. Although the water with the previously grabbed aspirin was ten-fold appreciated and she said as much.

"Thanks, and, like death warmed over; nothing that a gallon of water and greasy food won't fix." She took the pills and drank a large gulp of the water before wiping at her mouth and running her hand through her hair again. "I am- so sorry about last night. I-" her free hand rose up to cover her face, rubbing over it in embarrassment, "was so drunk and- I don't normally, throw myself at people like that. God I am- sorry."

She flushed again, a bit embarrassed. "I- sure. You don't, let me make them. Apologies for interrupting your night last night." She stood for a moment and then realized, "uhm, and do you know where I put my pants?" Red was nearly crawling over her cheeks now, moving a hand to run through her hair, diverting her eyes as she sort of shuffled on her feet as if moving them in such a specific way would help her contain more of her modesty.

She was still flushing scarlet but shook her head. "No, I- made a fool of myself and- well- I can make muffins or something." Her hand reached back to tuck back a strand of hair as her other tugged down on the white camisole, leg curling around to scratch at the back of her opposing one.

Still the laughter was soothing and when Tara returned with a robe she gladly slipped it on, tying it around her waist. "Thank you." She was appreciative of it and spoke quietly before turning back to the mirror as Tara left the room, nose scrunching at her hair. There was little she could do and so quickly parted it in half wrapped it around itself until it was in a bun that she tied off and walked back into the bedroom.

Her eyes darted around meaning to find- something, only to see Tara pop back in again and unconsciously she smiled at the other woman's face. "Over medium, but I'm not picky. Let me come out and help, really."

As she had followed her through to the kitchen, she tried to block out the memories she had coming in and out from the night before, flushing with color every time she got a glimpse of not so much her actions, but the ridiculous words that seemed to spill jumbled from her mouth.

Sitting still not quite awake, and still feeling an unsettledness in her stomach, Cora propped an elbow up on the counter leaning into her hand as she yawned and watched. "That smells- wonderful..."

As it finished, however, she meant to grab the plate and was surprised that it was so carefully placed in front of her. This time Cora wasn't sure why, but another lightly pink spider-webbed across her cheeks as she looked down, only to shiver when there was a kiss to her skin and the soft voice vibrating over her flesh. Her eyes rose hooded to look at Tara and unconsciously she wet her lips. "I- well. Good, great." she bit the corner of her lip, swallowing hard trying to ignore the way her heart seemed to be skipping beats. "I hope, I was worried I'd put you off with all that..." she didn't want to finish and instead focused on taking a bite of her egg.

All her attempts to be professional about it, the way she was sitting in her office with someone in the chair in front of her for therapy, completely flew out the window the moment Tara continued to speak. She was glad she hadn't been drinking the juice or about to put something in her mouth because she hardly needed more reason to be embarrassed by her behavior.

"I-"

What did she say? Her immediate reaction was yes, and then logic reminded her this, they didn't know each other very well. Hera and Zeus, yes, but they were nearly strangers. Honestly, she was glad for the next comment, the internal struggle put on hold. "It's alright, I think I'd prefer to-" she bit her lip though grinning slightly, "have that sort of proposition then some- over the top line. I would probably insult him with my reaction. Unless Hera took over," her eyes rolled, though in an amused way, "she's a sucker for that stuff."

Cora smiled. "No, it's- thank you. Defense mechanism. I like this better." And she did, she knew she had a terrible habit of going into 'doctor' mode when she was uncomfortable with things, her siblings hated it (Cora paused for a moment, her mortal siblings hated it. Her life was so complicated).

"And I'm glad you are...in...control..." her voice was slowing down, each word drawn out as she watched and felt the touch of Tara's hand. "Now." Her eyes met Tara's for a moment and she returned the kiss, heart suddenly thudding loudly in her chest. This was not their first kiss, last night...and Hera and Zeus had used them more than once already, but this seemed different somehow.

Swallowing, she nodded at Tara's next words, looking at her for a long time before nodding again though she'd never said anything to agree or disagree with; "I-" Cora was glad there wasn't a too far distance to slip back in, gladly returning the kiss, this time full on her mouth.

The timidness that she'd had at her control was swept away with Tara's response. Particularly as she felt the counter press against her. Honestly she was rather amazed at how much she was enjoying the kiss, the touch of her hands, and then the heated brush of lips running over her sensitive neck.

She let her head fall back, her hair starting to come undone from the messy bun she'd made as he own hands reached to lightly grasp at Tara's sides, the robe's silky material gathering under her palms.

Her lips were parted as she breathed quietly but heavy; maybe it was the distraction from her still throbbing headache or the fact that sleep had not quite left her system and her nerves were hypersensitive, or perhaps all or none of the above, but she was finding desire was quickly curling in her gut.

As Tara lifted to look at her, murmur quietly, Cora gladly leaned back in, taking her lips as her own. "Yeah- yes. Good idea..." her own words were hoarse and she couldn't seem to back that far away from the soft mouth. Regardless of biology and the knowledge there was nothing different between the skin of a man or a woman, it felt different. Probably a psychological feeling, but she did not care. It was nice.

Was she sure? No, not completely. Her bravado the night before had been alcohol and lust, and now she was awkward about--not having done so--but acting like some adolescent with too many hormones. She wasn't completely innocent, sneaked kisses as a teenager, a grope here or there, and she and Gabriel had managed to get quite far before the Hera-confrontation. But that had been men, mostly men. One girl, but that had been a long time ago. This was... but then Cora shut her brain off (or tried too), logic didn't have to play into this, it rarely did. How many times had she sat and listened to couples talk about how they wanted the start of the marriage back--the utter need they had once had for each other that sense didn't play into it? She had wanted that, she was going to have that.

So this time as Tara gently pushed her down to the bed her own arms encircled loosely around her neck and returned the kiss, focusing on the slight taste of orange juice still hovering on her lips and then the weight of the slender body dropping to her.

There was something sensual about the way their bodies pressed together, unlike being embraced next to a man's body who man times was solid an unyielding, this was a give and take, both their bodies pressing into one smooth curve. Yet she wanted more then this press, and her hands worked to slide between them, to try and undo the tied robe, though she couldn't seem to pull away from Tara's tempting mouth.