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.