Owner	Pose
Ella Normandy	A satisfied smile is on Vampirella's lips as she tugs her outfit back on; her real clothes, not the ones she was wearing when Atlin found her and brought her back to the hotel room. That outfit is strewn about the room along with the bed covers and several towels, not worth the time to pick up even if she wasn't feeling the glorious laziness of afterglow. She straightens her collar and, before she begins looking for her boots, smiles over her shoulder at Atlin. "Thanks. That was fun." Effusive with her feelings, Vampirella is.
Atlin	Atlin herself comes to sit, her own outfit needing to be recovered in a much more mundane way. Modesty wasn't particularly an Amazon concern, but appeciation was certainly one of their values. That outfit was...striking, and she wasn't sure how she missed it. Her own 'real' clothing, that armor and the weaponry was tucked away and hidden from casual glance, but it wasn't exactly a secret in present company. Pulling her shirt over her head, the Amazon tilts her head lightly. "Fun?" she questions, sitting herself back down on the edge of the bed. "I cannot argue. Is that how people usually refer to such things in this world?" A tilt of her head, Atlin offers a subtle cue, a little breath exhaled hinting her hesitation. The begining had been sweet, honest, relaxed and...she didn't know how to say it. "It was...I am grateful that you were...able to understand..." a little breath of frustration, it was clear the struggle to articulate was real for the 'daughter of war'. "I would like to do it again..."
Ella Normandy	There are a lot of mysteries when it comes to Vampirella's outfit. She enjoys letting people guess.     At Atlin's proposal, Vampirella pauses her hunt for her boots and turns to smile playfully at Atlin. "Again? Do Amazonians not need to rest before going again?" She doesn't, at least not when her belly is full, but there's no harm letting Atlin think Vampirella is just plain old human Ella.
Atlin	A little laugh despite herself, Atlin does given a little chuckle. "I mean, I am far from depleted but...that's not what I'm meaning." She pauses, lifting herself up from the bed to stand before the other woman. A cross of her arms beneath her bust, the Amazon moves towards the 'vampire'. "I valued our talk, our celebration as much as what came afterwards." "I would make no assumptions, but...would welcome either again."
Ella Normandy	Something inside Vampirella freezes in surprise. It's not that she didn't expect this; it's happened enough that she knows it could happen. But... well, she DIDN'T expect it. Not like this, not Atlin asking to get to know her.     Her insides freeze, but her outer shell keeps moving. Hellpredators learn the value of quick responses, or else they become prey. "I... do have to get back home and to my job, but... if you want to talk..."
Atlin	A pause, the Amazon shifts to step back, a side-on posture intended to allow Ella to move about as she liked without obstructing her path, but her focus was entirely fixed on the dark-haired woman as they spoke. "I do move about," she speaks softly, "but I can be found in New York. We could find each other here, I would like to speak again. If you wished. I do."
Ella Normandy	Vampirella wants to say no.     She wants to say yes.     She wants to be distant from this woman. She wants to be close to someone. For the first time in her long, brutal life, her instincts and her intellect are in sharp disagreement, and worse, she can't even tell which parts of her are on which side. She stalls for time by taking Atlin's shoulder and pulling her out of that sideways posture to face her, still smiling lightly. "Find each other?"
Atlin	A smile, Atlin gives a little soft laugh. "I believe so. We found each other the first time, and most in 'Man's World' seem to have the means to do so. And well...I am somewhat good at tracking, but I am still getting used to the cities. So it might take longer..." A pause, she leans back to sit herself down against the edge of the bed. "Easier, if you wished to be found."
Ella Normandy	Vampirella's eyes widen with surprise, then close with laughter. "Literally find each other. I see. So you don't have a phone, Atlin?"
Atlin	"I have one...somewhere..." Atlin admits, glancing towards the nightstand. "It was provided to me by another and..." some hasty fishing, it is easily enough retrieved and offered out to the woman. "I should carry it more often, but it is strange when I am used to more direct conversation."
Ella Normandy	Vampirella pads up behind Atlin and slides her arms around the other woman's belly, cheek pressed to Atlin's shoulder. "I agree. Conversation is more fun at arm's distance." It's hard to tell from her voice if she's smiling or not.
Atlin	A little slight twitch, suprise as she's embraced before the Amazon relaxes, easing back and gently leaning into the arm around her midriff. "So you would like to see me again as well then...?"