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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.