They go home together.

The sun is on its way towards the horizon as the two of them make their way down the streets of Lartu. People are heading home from work, and children are retreating back into their homes. It's becoming quiet, and the air is cooling. That also means it isn't the safest for a young lady to be out and about, but the innocent Julae has very little to worry about. The woman beside her is not only powerful, but her striking red colour sticks out in the darkness, and people don't tread anywhere near. She can also feel Valera's warmth even from a couple feet away. It's comforting.

Speaking of heat, Julae is caught off guard as a hand slips its way around hers. She looks over, and Valera returns the gaze with a smile. Their hands squeeze one another. The warmth of a devil's skin feels nice, but that's not what's bringing red to her face.

"I can't have something bad happen to you, can I?" Valera says quietly. "I'm escorting you after all. You're my responsibility. So please, let me hold your hand."

Julae looks down between them, and then moves her emerald gaze to the road ahead. "B-But... Okay," she replies timidly.

It doesn't take long for them to reach her home yet again. Valera releases the girl from her grip, and unlocks her front door before pushing it open. "Please, make yourself at home," she says with a gesture of her hand. "My home is yours."

She watches Julae with a smile.

The poor elf looks nervous, but she walks inside, and peers around the inside of the lovely interior. The furniture is all beautiful crafted dark wood, and plush red cushions. Potted plants and flowers sit on tables and in the corners of the room. It's a parlour--a living room--and it's both warm and comfortable. She sniffs--a scent of roses. Julae looks back to the woman behind her when she hears the door shut.

"Have a seat," Valera says. "Just move the throw pillows aside."

"Thank you." Julae bows her head, and makes her way over to the sofa. She pushes down her dress, and lands her rear down against the comfy soft seat. In front of her is a short, flat table with rose bouquet in the center, and a ceramic jar beside it.

While Valera stands there, she notices the elf's eyes flicker up her body--the teasing cut up the side of her dress, her bust squeezed in her strapless dress, her striking eyes and gorgeous hair. She sashays forward, and bends over to lift the lid of the jar on the table. Her necklace dangles down over the generous amount of her cleavage on display, and she lingers there for a moment. Her eyes peer up, and see exactly where the flustered Julae is staring.

"Are you admiring my necklace?" she asks, knowing very well that isn't the case.

Having been caught in the act, Julae straightens her back and looks quickly to the other side of the room. "Y-Yes," she mutters. "You have such a nice home too."

From within the jar, Valera withdraws a single, small square of chocolate, and then places the lid back on the top. She strolls around the table, and then sits down directly beside the nervous girl. She strikes her heart with a direct gaze into her eyes--her scent wafting by her nose from such a close proximity. Then, she reaches out, and places two fingers around Julae's chin, and guides her head around to face her.

"Please try this," she whispers. "It's so creamy and sweet."

Julae tries to speak, but the piece of chocolate touches gently against her lips. She sighs softly, and slowly opens her mouth to let the woman place it on her tongue. She shuts her lips, and begins to chew, and as she does, she lets out a quiet sigh of satisfaction. It's just as she said--a delicious treat. She chews it down and lets out a deep exhale.

"You're so cute," Valera says.

"I--..." She looks down between her shoes.

"I only ask for one thing in return, my sweet. Please look at me. When you avert your gaze, it saddens my heart. I want to see your lovely eyes, and your heart-warming smile. Don't you want to see mine?"

Her eyes widen. "That is not..." She trails off, muttering under her breath. Then, she slowly turns her head, and faces the devil with all of her courage. "I am sorry. That was not my intention. It is hard to look at you because of how beautiful you are."

Valera pauses for a moment. "Julae. That's so sweet of you to say."

"I am worried," she whispers, and once again looks away. She draws her fingers back through her hair.

"Of what people would say?" Valera gently places a hand on the other girl's leg. "It isn't hard to tell that you're struggling to find who you are. You can't let other people decide that for you. Julae, please gift me a view of your face again. You're so beautiful. Though I may hide it better than you, being in your presence makes me weak. Such a cute girl, sitting beside me. I don't want to do anything you don't want, but I do want to do everything you desire."

Once again, Julae slowly turns her head, and looks to the woman with a face still flushed.

Valera than places a warm hand on her cheek, and she moves her face closer. Her grip isn't forceful--the elf isn't pulling away. Their lips grow nearer. Soon, Julae can feel the hot breath of the woman beside her. Her face grows nearly as red as the devil's. Their noses touch. Her heart races. She trembles, but still doesn't pull away.

She says nothing else. Valera presses her lips softly against the other girl's, and the two kiss for what feels like forever. Julae's eyes flutter closed, and she sighs out a soft, tender moan, as she enjoys the woman's mouth against her own. Eventually, they do pull away, but they linger close together a moment longer before Valera releases the girl from her grasp, and instead runs her fingers through her long, blue hair.

Julae breathes quickly. "V-Valera..." she whispers.

"And you taste like a blueberry too."

At that, the elf covers her face with both hands and retreats. One could almost see steam coming up from her head.

But the devil continues to stroke her fingers down the back of her head. "I'd like to give you another treat if I may," she continues. "Something even better than chocolate." With her other hand, she slides up the elf's slender legs, and begins pushing up the bottom of her white dress. Her sneaky fingers maneuver under the fabric, and slide around her inner thighs.

Julae immediately whimpers in response. She uncovers her face, and glances up to the devil with a burning face. Gently, she places her own hand on top of the other's, but not to stop it. She allows the hand to continue feeling around the tender skin of her upper legs. It seems to be bringing her a lot of pleasure.