#quica

*she shudders in anticipation as she passes over the bar of soap with one hand, her other hand still delicately tracing along his length.*

You would be willing…to do such a thing…for me?

*her eyes widen in surprise, clearly never having had that particular proposition made to her before*

I would be most grateful.

*her hands continue to roam over his dampened skin, tracing every scar and line visible with her hands first, then her mouth*

*Ezra's lips curl upwards in a smile, in response to the surprised tone of her voice. He accepts the soap from her hand and steps in closer, caging her in against the tiled wall. He rolls his hips lazily against her hand*

There are many things I would be willing to do for you...given permission, of course.

*stares longingly at his full lips, unable to tear her gaze away.*

Please tell me if I’m wrong, but…am I letting my mind overreact here? I mean…I think I feel something between us and, Kevva help me if I’m wrong, but I think you feel it, too.

*I move my hand up to move a strand of hair that has fallen into your eyes, trying to gauge your reaction,and when you don’t move I lean closer, the heat from your body radiating against me.*

Tell me right now if I’m mistaken and if I need to back off…

*huffs out a soft laugh and places a hand on her waist*

A beautiful woman in my arms. I'd have to be dead not to feel anything about that

*closes his eyes briefly when she reaches up to brush a strand of hair from his face. When he opens them again, she's even closer*

Ezra?

*I speak louder than I did yesterday, as he is a very deep sleeper*

EZRA - I have your breakfast. You’ll need to come into the kitchen to eat it.

*I grab the dirtied plates and take them into the kitchen, placing them in the sink.*

*had not slept in a bed as comfortable as this for quite some time so he quickly fall into a deep slumber that lasted until the next morning, when he's startled awake by the loud voice*

Kevva, woman! The rooster's crow seems a gentle caress by comparison...

*sits up and rubs the sleep from his eyes with a yawn. He turns to look out through the window, where the sun has barely crawled above the horizon. He gets out of bed and slowly follows you to the kitchen, trying to somewhat smooth down his wild hair*

*my gaze averts from his eyes to his lips, back to his eyes again*

Maybe I do…

*feels her cheeks heat with embarrassment*

I mean, maybe it’s just the dig and the excitement and….

*notices a spot on his face, near a scar, wiping it gently with the cloth before tracing it with her bare finger*

Missed a spot…

*stands still, listening to the conflicting statements before she reaches up to touch his face again. He takes her and and slowly lowers it from his cheek*

(Hi there! Uh, hang on, let me check that Pero isn't around and listening....okay. We're good.

You're just fine by me! I was delayed from the tavern yesterday and it seemed there were some pieces of conversation that didn't get tagged or happened while I was out and I think Pero was just overwhelmed and confused and trying to catch up--it's hard for him to respond if I'm not encouraging him from the corner, so perhaps he was just flustered by the demand for his attention when I wasn't around. Was he eating at the time? If so...that may have made things worse. He can be a little feral if you come between him and food. You may have noticed.

I understand if you want to leave the tavern, I mean, the clientele here is very rough and I've heard there's more money to be made in the next town over...but we would be missing out on a very good server. I'm sure your patrons would miss you. I can think of two in particular that would find that true.

Dearest Pero:

I would be remiss if I didn’t apologize for my inappropriate actions towards you a few evenings ago. It was wrong of me to take advantage of you in such a vulnerable state, and I sincerely offer my most heartfelt apology.

Do not get me wrong - I have relived the feeling of you pulling me into your lap many times, and can still feel the ghosting of my lips on yours. I only regret that it was done at a time where you were not a willing participant.

The absence of your presence has put a damper on the fire in my soul. You are missed.

Yours, -Q

*confused when the innkeepers wife hands him a note, but takes it with a nod of thanks and heads out into the yard to read it. he re-reads it, spends a lot of time looking at it.* *he's never had a woman apologize for kissing him before. or for anything, for that matter. he's grateful she did it in a note and not to his face. that would require words in return. he has no skill with them.*

*sits as still as possible next to you, watching as you carefully cut into the sacs, then I pour the liquid slowly*

Tell me when to stop. I don’t want to mess this up. I couldn’t stand ruining this for both of us.

*the liquid fizzes as it's poured into the opening*

You won't ruin anything. Pouring too fast will simply result in greater volumes of steam and I figured since we find ourselves in such a cozy and small space, that we should avoid steaming ourselves more than necessarily.

*smiles and nods towards her hand* And I think that's enough, Q.

*waits until she stops pouring, and adjusts the gloves. Then he slowly reaches into the opening, feeling around for the smaller aurlac sacks. He can feel several ones and grins at her before grabbing hold of one of them to ease it out*

*slips on the bulky spacesuit-looking feed, then heads over to the trap door, slipping through”

Tell me where you need me, boss.

*straightens and finds her standing right next to him in the small space*

Oh right here is just perfect, darling *teases and gives her a wink. Then reaches around her for the knife and one of the containers of liquid. He holds the liquid out for her*