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He cleared his throat. “Uh, first of all, I’m going to try not to be insulted by that. And second of all, if you need to be impaired—”
“Not impaired. This is only my second glass. I just need… liquid courage.”
“Yeah.” He considered this. He stood up. “Good point.”
“And do you have condoms?”
He winced, and then reached into his pocket and pulled out a foil wrapper. “It was a sex party. I thought…”
She snatched it from him. “Good. Go get meade.”
He swallowed. “You’re very bossy,” he said in a throaty voice.
“You love it,” she said, lifting her chin. She was not bossy, and she didn’t say things like that.
He let out a sheepish laugh. “I really do,” he breathed.
“Meade,” she said.
“Okay, okay.” He walked off, laughing.
While he was gone, something brazen rose up in her, and she took off all of her clothes. She folded them and carefully placed them next to the bench and wrapped herself up in the blanket. Then, she sat there, her heart pounding in her chest, having an internal conversation that went something like,
We’re not doing this, are we?
Looks like, yeah.
But we shouldn’t, right? There’s time to get out of it. We should get out of it.
Not getting out of it.
And then he was back. He took her in, wrapped in the blanket, and he dropped both of the mugs of meade he was carrying.
She let out a guffaw.
He bent down and picked up the mugs. They weren’t broken. He groaned. “Fuck, I am so sorry. I don’t know what I was…” He was kneeling on the ground at her feet, looking up at her, righting the mugs. His voice was scoured. “You’re naked.”
She grinned. “Catch up,” she breathed.
“Shit,” he said and stripped off his shirt.
Oh. Look at that man’schest. He was twice as broad as Valdemar. Orcs tended towards muscular broadness anyway, but this guy did some kind of actual physical labor, and his arms rippled and gleamed in the light of the nearby fire basket, and he was a thing of beauty.
She dropped the blanket to reach for him.
He gasped at the sight of her breasts, pulling her into his arms. She ran her fingers over his shoulders, his biceps, letting out little appreciative moans.
And then they were kissing.
She felt tiny in his arms, literally tiny, even dainty. She sank her hands into his red hair and held onto him, sighing into his mouth as their tongues danced.
He kissed both of her tusks.
She shivered.
He kissed her jaw, her neck. “You’re… fuck, is this happening?Lookat you.” He pulled back to take in her nude body. He gave her a little nudge. “Sit back down,” he ordered in a gravelly voice.
She sat on the bench.
