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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.