As glass. [ It's all superstitious horseshit, of course, but he enjoys hearing about it, anyway. Maybe because it's harmless enough. There are darker edges to what some people believe about births under the stars and sun.
He slides his arm around her, hips rising. It isn't long before his other hand slips between their bodies, inside the thin lace fabric that isn't meant to cover much of anything. As much as he likes seeing it on her, he's equally keen to take it off.
He hums. His fingers crook, gently. The coast? That's an idea. ]
Just cake in the plans? [ He's teasing. He's only been to Aquila in rare occasions—contracts far out in the desert pay more than escorts between cities—but he likes it. The sea is a nice change from all the dusty arid land. ]
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He slides his arm around her, hips rising. It isn't long before his other hand slips between their bodies, inside the thin lace fabric that isn't meant to cover much of anything. As much as he likes seeing it on her, he's equally keen to take it off.
He hums. His fingers crook, gently. The coast? That's an idea. ]
Just cake in the plans? [ He's teasing. He's only been to Aquila in rare occasions—contracts far out in the desert pay more than escorts between cities—but he likes it. The sea is a nice change from all the dusty arid land. ]