[shauna hits that squirmy, oversensitive place quick – maybe she’s out of practice, the handful of days that constitute a dry spell making her remember what it feels like to have her body on ice, her heart locked down, cautious and careful around her resurrected best friend. saber doesn’t let her stay frozen, though, melts her from inside out, teasing over the shuddering, clenching pulse of her cunt, fingers marking the too-lean curve of her waist.

and, absently, she’s thankful for that, hand finding the sweaty mess of his hair, touching it once, lightly, like she used to touch the hilt of her knife strapped to her side, making sure it’s there. then shauna goes slack, relaxed, hand loose against the sheets, trying to catch her breath, chin lifting to let the sweat gathered on her throat begin to cool.

the words get a huffy laugh, a twitch of her shivery thigh against saber’s cheek.] S-Sure. Whatever you say. You’re a fuckin’ – sex tour guide or whatever. [another gentle bump, the heat of her eyes finding his, propping up slowly on her elbows. her chest is still heaving, rising and falling, but her panting mouth finds a curve, a grin.]

You think I need a break? After one round? [another nudge of her leg, then she’s reaching down, shaky fingers finding the mess of her pussy, parting the slick folds and dragging her middle finger slowly up the dripping slit, inviting.] Don’t be dumb.