When Sibella came into the library, she found Phoebe reading as she normally did. There she was, leaning over a book, glasses perched on her nose, her hair in a braid, and her eyes solely focused on whatever book she was engrossed in.
Sibella dramatically sat down with a heavy sigh into the armchair across from her.
Phoebe didn't even look up.
When Sibella noticed this, she pouted and sat up straighter. She then proceeded to tap her foot on the hard wood floor, expecting the noise to distract Phoebe at least in the slightest so that she could get her attention.
The noise did nothing.
Utterly frustrated, Sibella crossed over to where Phoebe was sitting, curled up in the armchair with a book. She then crossed to the side of the armchair, and bent down so she was eye level with Phoebe.
Phoebe still was completely enamored by her reading.
So, Sibella decided to kiss her cheek lightly. Phoebe flinched only slightly. Sibella kissed her cheek again.
"Darling, I'm trying to read," said Phoebe.
"But why would you ever read when you've got me to keep you occupied?" Sibella whined.
"Because I happen to like the story that I am reading."
"What are dead men's words compared to a living woman who loves you, who's standing right in front of you?"
Phoebe didn't answer this time, and went back to her reading.
Sibella's lips tasted Phoebe's throat. She could feel her stiffen at the contact, whether from sheer will not to give in, or the fact that Sibella kissing her neck had surprised her, Sibella did not know.
Sibella sucked on her skin for a bit, and then nestled her lips on Phoebe's collar bone.
She could hear Phoebe sigh, and Sibella grinned.
"You've got the mood all wrong for this scene, Sibella," Phoebe told her.
"Mhm?" She replied, her lips still buried in Phoebe's neck.
"Yes, Ophelia's just committed suicide, this is hardly the time to be-oh! Sibella!"
"Oh poor Ophelia…" Sibella had snaked one hand up Phoebe's skirt. "How did she kill herself?"
"She- she- drowned-" Phoebe's words were failing her. Sibella had her right where she wanted her.
Sibella set the book down on the floor and sat in Phoebe's lap. She kissed her lips lightly.
"Poor Ophelia…"
"Yes, poor Ophelia," Phoebe murmured back before capturing Sibella's lips for another kiss.