Marcello grinned impishly. "A little," she admitted, and kissed the other girl hungrily. "And we don't have to worry about breaking the bed anymore." She giggled. "Your eyes are black."

Niabheara threw back her head and laughed, loud enough to rival the bed collapsing to begin with. In an empty house, it echoed. "Then I'll have you on the floor, where there's room for all I want to do with you." She hooked a finger under the girl's laces, undid the first few rows with one pull.

Marcello looked down, impressed, and wriggled the rest of the way out of her bodice, tugging Niabheara forward. "But there are any number of people," she teased, "who can walk in at any moment. All of which are awkward for all kinds of reasons."

"You don't get to mock me." The lip of her tongue ran over Marcello's bottom lip. "You know what? I should have done this ages ago."

She stepped away long enough to reach up her voluminous outer sleeve. Then it became apparent that she was not reaching into it; she was detaching the skin-tight inner sleeve, breaking the loose stitches and drawing it out like a scarlet scarf. With a grin, she dove after Marcello, trying to get the sleeve around the other girl's head.

Marcello blinked. "What are you---mmph!" she exclaimed, as the sleeve covered her face. "What are you doing?" she shrieked giddily.

"Admit it!" she said, diving for her again. "How many other women have you compelled to gag you?"

Marcello stopped, and raised an eyebrow at her. "Well," she said, holding her hands behind her back. "You could just ask me if you could, please."

Niabheara flagged a little, the sleeve going limp between her hands. "Well you're no fun." With a flick, she hooked the sleeve around the back of Marcello's neck and drew it tight, leaning in to kiss her, before letting the sleeve rolled and slip down Marcello's back to catch on her hands.

Marcello kissed her back, and then wriggled her wrists. "I am fun," she replied, feinting at escape.

"Well," she conceded as she wrapped the sleeve twice around Marcello's wrists, then yanked it tight, "aye, you are." She backed Marcello backwards, then hooked the knot through the door handle. "There. That'll stop anyone from coming in unexpected."