[It's sweet the way he regards her room. Genuine in the way he seems to care about the wet boot marks he leaves on the rugs and it's cute how he offers to sleep on the floor instead. It makes something vulnerable flutter inside of her – not very many people treated her like a gentleman. Not like a true gentleman anyway. She had plenty of clients who liked to pretend.
Clients. That's right. A well traveled and handsome one too.
Her footsteps are light on the floor as she crosses the room. Alone now, her hands slide up his arms, around his chest where deft fingers tug the fasteners of his cloak. Close enough to not-so-accidentally squish her breasts against his back once the fabric flutters to the floor by their feet.]
We can sleep on the floor, if that's what you want. [Palms flatten on his chest, slipping downward.] But I don't mind cuddling.
its time to be pursued, Fjord.
Clients. That's right. A well traveled and handsome one too.
Her footsteps are light on the floor as she crosses the room. Alone now, her hands slide up his arms, around his chest where deft fingers tug the fasteners of his cloak. Close enough to not-so-accidentally squish her breasts against his back once the fabric flutters to the floor by their feet.]
We can sleep on the floor, if that's what you want. [Palms flatten on his chest, slipping downward.] But I don't mind cuddling.