Nervous couldn't even begin to describe how SosFelniir felt. Though she hid it well behind her rigid stature and calm body language. SosFelniir hadn't been home for a few days, instead she had been keeping the Stormcloak's at bay. After the war was won, the high elf was eager to rest and spend time with her family. She was greeted at the door by her two adoptive children. Blaise and Sofie attached themselves firmly at her waist with loving arms.
"Ma!" Blaise chirped happily "You're home! I found something for you."

Blaise handed his mother a fresh picked dragon's tongue.
"That's very thoughtful, Blaise." purred Sosfelniir, taking her shrouded cowl off and accepting the yellow flower.

The two kids scurried away after the brief exchange. SosFelniir took her belted sword off of her hips and threw it on the chair near the bookshelf. The sight of her husband always calmed her. Ghorbash strode confidently toward the Dragonborn. "Has the store made any money?" inquired the exhausted high elf.

"Fortune smiles on us," rumbled the dark Orc. "Here's your half, love"

SosFelniir didn't bother looking in the coin purse, she had much more important things to do than count store money. She stuffed it in her bag and kissed Ghorbash on the cheek, "I just need to head over to the Cloud District for a bit and I'll be home in time for lunch." said SosFelniir matter-of-factly.

Ghorbash simply nodded and strides back over to the dining table, seating himself and grasping his tankard. SosFelniir took a final look around and departed the house, leaving her sword behind.

The walk up to dragons reach felt longer than it should have. True, she was nervous to speak with Irileth, but she also felt an eagerness at the pit of her belly. SosFelniir pushed open the heavy wooden doors to the castle and slipped inside, turning around to gently close them. The high elf stalled for a moment, facing the door, her hand placed delicately on the ornate wood carvings. She thought of where this interaction would lead. 'Gods, I'm almost not looking forward to this... Irileth always has a bite in words.' She shook her head and spun around, ready get the conversation over with.

Irileth was where she hoped, right at the Jarl's side. 'At least I don't have to waste time poking aroud looking for her,' thought the Dragonborn to herself.

"You're late." Spat the dark elf as SosFelniir approached her.

"I'm sorry, Irileth. I had to see my husband and children before I came here." Responded the Dragonborn, almost timidly.

Irileth's brow raised at the mention of SosFelniir's family, but she quickly shook the expression and continued speaking. "You are a welcome guest, but you must still respect the rules of the Jarl's household..." Irileth trailed off and SosFelniir remained silent.

Irileth eyed her oddly and spoke again, "Regardless, thanks to your efforts, the Stormcloak's will no longer be a major threat to this hold. And Whiterun is still here because of you." Irileth stood with her back straight and her arms crossed, waiting for SosFelniir to say something.

The Dragonborn struggled to think of a viable response, "Y-yes, well, I'd do anything for my home."

Irileth didn't say anything after that, instead she walked over to the throne and bent over to pick up a decorated wine bottle that'd been placed behind the Jarl's chair prior to SosFelniir's arrival. The high elf's eyes wandered everywhere, attempting to avoid gazing at the dark elf's leather clad ass. Irileth stood up and held out the wine bottle with an outstretched arm; her dark-red expressionless eyes burned through the high elf. "I got this for you.." said Irileth Hesitantly.

'Did her voice just falter?' thought SosFelniir. 'She's not very good at this, is she?'

The high elf smiled and placed her hand on Irileth's, still grasping the bottle. SosFelniir looked at her with soft eyes and Irileth's gaze dropped to the floor. The high elf blushed and closed the space between them, placing a kiss on Irileth's cheek. When SosFelniir pulled away slightly, Irileth looked up, shocked, but unmoving. The Dragonborn merely smiled sweetly and spoke up.

"I appreciate the gesture, Irileth."

Irileth just stared at her for a moment and let her gaze wander to the high elf's lips. Just then, Irileth dropped the spiced wine to the floor, the glass shattered and maroon liquid pervaded the spot where the bottle connected with the floor. The dark elf moved forward and replaced her gaze with her lips upon SosFelniir's in a fiery kiss. The high elf froze for a moment before melting into the kiss, lacing her hands through Irileth's red hair. When they finally broke the kiss, neither of them moved. They simply stood there in each other's arms with their foreheads pressed together and eyes closed. "I-I should get back t-to my family now," the high elf stammered. "I promised I'd be home for lunch..."

Irileth looked almost crushed as SosFelniir started walking away. SosFelniir had only taken a few steps and paused for a moment. She ran back to kiss Irileth once more "Meet me in at the stables tonight," huffed the Dragonborn breathily before taking off toward the door.

Irileth was left standing by the throne with a permanent blush plastered on her face. For the time in a long time, she smiled to herself. Irileth stared at the floor as she reluctantly returned to the chart room to continue her work with the Jarl.