She cleared her throat, sinking in against Emma with a soft lull of warmth floating her eyelids this way and that. "Maaaaybe." Her voice trailed off slightly, that soft, Irish, tone tugging at her chords, making her clear her throat to try and shuffle it off. She hated that accent, she'd been made fun of it forever, and it only seemed to get worse when she became relaxed, and drunk.
So she listened, even if she clearly didn't understand. A lot of the lingo was lost on her sometimes. Late arrivals as it were, but she was learning fast. "Mmm..dragging boys off into the broom closet?" That had confused her, and she pulled back slightly, pulling her fingers out and away from the soft silks that she'd been idly toying with over Emma's hip.
Still, it was a secret. She lightly reached out, deciding that, while anything heavier might have been unwelcome, she knew kisses at least seemed okay. She slowly inched forward, she reached up with both hands to frame Emma's face and planted her lips warmly onto her own, slightly parted, a warm breath spilling out over them, leaving a dark stain in their wake, but not before tongue crept out to say hello..