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The words were Neena's professional assessment of the wound in the man's side that she was inspecting at close range, lifting the wrapped bandage away from the skin. It peeled with an element of sweaty stick but held no residual blood, pus nor any other fluid or scent that might suggest any further issues beneath the surface.
Neena glanced up from where she was inspecting the stitches she had placed into the skin, expecting a look of confusion upon her patient's face.
"That was always how I was taught to know if something had turned rotten." She explained with a bright smile despite the morbidity of the topic at hand. "If it's not bubbling, squelching or producing yuck the colour of the sea you're healthy."
To check the assessment of such a thing, Neena's long and delicately tapered fingers started to probe along the surface of the incision Lukos had received through a sharp stab to the abdomen. Her view was easy enough because she had insisted upon his sitting on the edge of Kreios' bed, herself on her knees. Her body was positioned easily enough between his thighs and she had ordered him simply to lift the hem of his tunic out of the way so that she could unwrap his dressings.
Using the little dagger that she kept tied to her thigh - a blade no longer than her longest thumb nail - she had set to work cutting at the fabric that was bound around his waist, pleased that each layer she removed remained snowy white rather than stained with ooze or blood.
And now she was certain of the man's near full recovery as she saw for herself the way his skin had knitted itself back together and her stitches were now unlikely to be needed.
"The skin is still tender." She said, almost to herself as she tested the pink durability of the new skin. "I'll leave the stitches in a few more days just to help it along and then remove them." She wasn't about to risk all the work she had done on the man so far. The two of them had been cooped up in Kreios' home for over three weeks now and she had never played doctor for so long to only one person, over a single wound. Horrendous as the injury had been.
"Hold still for a second." Her words were simple enough but her next action might have been bizarre to her patient, as she bent forward and pressed her lips to the mended wound.
It wasn't a kiss, and her mouth didn't move against his skin. But Neena had learnt a few tricks over her time and one was that the lips were more sensitive than fingertips. They were gentle, softer and could detect differences in temperature to a higher degree of accuracy than fingers that were rubbed raw by light and life.
"No fever." She stated as she pulled away and looked up at the man with a smile. "Looks like you're ready to be your big, bad self again, Grumbles." She said, reaching around his middle for a moment in order to remove the strips of linen she had cut away, balling them in her hands ready to be burnt.
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"Well... you don't look like a sea monster."
The words were Neena's professional assessment of the wound in the man's side that she was inspecting at close range, lifting the wrapped bandage away from the skin. It peeled with an element of sweaty stick but held no residual blood, pus nor any other fluid or scent that might suggest any further issues beneath the surface.
Neena glanced up from where she was inspecting the stitches she had placed into the skin, expecting a look of confusion upon her patient's face.
"That was always how I was taught to know if something had turned rotten." She explained with a bright smile despite the morbidity of the topic at hand. "If it's not bubbling, squelching or producing yuck the colour of the sea you're healthy."
To check the assessment of such a thing, Neena's long and delicately tapered fingers started to probe along the surface of the incision Lukos had received through a sharp stab to the abdomen. Her view was easy enough because she had insisted upon his sitting on the edge of Kreios' bed, herself on her knees. Her body was positioned easily enough between his thighs and she had ordered him simply to lift the hem of his tunic out of the way so that she could unwrap his dressings.
Using the little dagger that she kept tied to her thigh - a blade no longer than her longest thumb nail - she had set to work cutting at the fabric that was bound around his waist, pleased that each layer she removed remained snowy white rather than stained with ooze or blood.
And now she was certain of the man's near full recovery as she saw for herself the way his skin had knitted itself back together and her stitches were now unlikely to be needed.
"The skin is still tender." She said, almost to herself as she tested the pink durability of the new skin. "I'll leave the stitches in a few more days just to help it along and then remove them." She wasn't about to risk all the work she had done on the man so far. The two of them had been cooped up in Kreios' home for over three weeks now and she had never played doctor for so long to only one person, over a single wound. Horrendous as the injury had been.
"Hold still for a second." Her words were simple enough but her next action might have been bizarre to her patient, as she bent forward and pressed her lips to the mended wound.
It wasn't a kiss, and her mouth didn't move against his skin. But Neena had learnt a few tricks over her time and one was that the lips were more sensitive than fingertips. They were gentle, softer and could detect differences in temperature to a higher degree of accuracy than fingers that were rubbed raw by light and life.
"No fever." She stated as she pulled away and looked up at the man with a smile. "Looks like you're ready to be your big, bad self again, Grumbles." She said, reaching around his middle for a moment in order to remove the strips of linen she had cut away, balling them in her hands ready to be burnt.
"Well... you don't look like a sea monster."
The words were Neena's professional assessment of the wound in the man's side that she was inspecting at close range, lifting the wrapped bandage away from the skin. It peeled with an element of sweaty stick but held no residual blood, pus nor any other fluid or scent that might suggest any further issues beneath the surface.
Neena glanced up from where she was inspecting the stitches she had placed into the skin, expecting a look of confusion upon her patient's face.
"That was always how I was taught to know if something had turned rotten." She explained with a bright smile despite the morbidity of the topic at hand. "If it's not bubbling, squelching or producing yuck the colour of the sea you're healthy."
To check the assessment of such a thing, Neena's long and delicately tapered fingers started to probe along the surface of the incision Lukos had received through a sharp stab to the abdomen. Her view was easy enough because she had insisted upon his sitting on the edge of Kreios' bed, herself on her knees. Her body was positioned easily enough between his thighs and she had ordered him simply to lift the hem of his tunic out of the way so that she could unwrap his dressings.
Using the little dagger that she kept tied to her thigh - a blade no longer than her longest thumb nail - she had set to work cutting at the fabric that was bound around his waist, pleased that each layer she removed remained snowy white rather than stained with ooze or blood.
And now she was certain of the man's near full recovery as she saw for herself the way his skin had knitted itself back together and her stitches were now unlikely to be needed.
"The skin is still tender." She said, almost to herself as she tested the pink durability of the new skin. "I'll leave the stitches in a few more days just to help it along and then remove them." She wasn't about to risk all the work she had done on the man so far. The two of them had been cooped up in Kreios' home for over three weeks now and she had never played doctor for so long to only one person, over a single wound. Horrendous as the injury had been.
"Hold still for a second." Her words were simple enough but her next action might have been bizarre to her patient, as she bent forward and pressed her lips to the mended wound.
It wasn't a kiss, and her mouth didn't move against his skin. But Neena had learnt a few tricks over her time and one was that the lips were more sensitive than fingertips. They were gentle, softer and could detect differences in temperature to a higher degree of accuracy than fingers that were rubbed raw by light and life.
"No fever." She stated as she pulled away and looked up at the man with a smile. "Looks like you're ready to be your big, bad self again, Grumbles." She said, reaching around his middle for a moment in order to remove the strips of linen she had cut away, balling them in her hands ready to be burnt.
To Lukos’s mind, he’d been more than patient with Neena’s poking, prodding, and chatter. Cooped up in this house almost every day, he’d rarely had days out and when he had, he’d relished them. For the past week, however, for one reason or another, he hadn’t been able to leave and it was driving him to the brink of insanity. Restless pacing across the floor, sniping and snarking to Neena’s ever present cheerfulness, until he’d finally grown so used to her bright, sunny personality that he’d stopped griping at her for it. This, this was how she’d broken down Kreios, he decided. By being so grindingly optimistic that not even that mopey bastard could withstand it. He was willing to bet that Kreios had caved to her and actually smiled.
He was trying to picture what Kreios’s face might even look like with a smile on it when Neena’s odd phrasing cut through his thoughts.
"Well... you don't look like a sea monster."
Lukos looked down at the top of her head. The springs of her hair brushed against his chest and he leaned just a little bit to catch a look at her face. “A sea monster?” he frowned, images of draconian monsters coming to mind and Lukos knew for a fact that he wasn’t ugly. In fact, he was quite vain about his looks. Neena looked up at him and he blinked to keep her hair out of his eyes as it swept across his face. He arched an eyebrow as she went on to explain what she’d meant by the comment. His expression scrunched on the word ‘squelching’. “Come on,” he complained. Did it matter that he had disemboweled people before with a stroke of his sword across their abdomen? No. Did getting your sword stuck in someone’s chest and quite literally having to put your boot against their sternum to heft your weapon out of their body with a few good tugs mean that he was immune to thinking certain words were icky? No. No it did not and ‘squelching’ was one of those words were his lips screwed downward and his features twisted into utter disgust-
“Hey!” her fingers were prodding against his bandages and his hand gripped her wrist in an instinctive impulse to make her stop, but other than giving her a momentary squeeze, he didn’t actually force her to abandon her mission. He’d been told before that he wasn’t a great patient but his wounds had never been this bad. Because he’d learned to basically trust her, he didn’t react when she took out her dagger and sat fairly still, hands behind him on the bed, bracing himself to let her have better access.
The way they were situated, with her on her knees, body between his legs, and his chiton unhooked and pooled in his lap, he couldn’t pretend that thoughts of what better things she could be doing with her time floated through his mind. All this insistence on messing around with his stab wound and leaving his more important bits alone was a waste of time. He wasn’t going to die, of that he was certain, and aside from the normal pain associated with these sorts of wounds, he was fine. Better than fine.
“I’m practically healed, you know,” he reminded her as she unwound the bandages from his middle.
"The skin is still tender.”
“A bit, so don’t keep touching it,” he said but she plowed right over his words like she wasn’t listening.
"I'll leave the stitches in a few more days just to help it along and then remove them."
“Very kind of you,” he looked down at her again, thoughts wandering straight back to where she should be paying more attention and then blinking in surprise when her body moved downward, heading towards-”Hey!” he said a second time, nearly jumping even though she’d murmured a ‘hold still’ right before her lips touched the stitched up, hyper tender skin.
“What are you doing?” he demanded through a half laugh, mostly out of...relief that she hadn’t bit him (he’d heard Bedoans could be cannibals), and because the faint touch tickled a little.
"No fever.” She pulled away from him, smiling and he slowly shook his head at her, bemused and wondering what that kiss had to do with fever. "Looks like you're ready to be your big, bad self again, Grumbles."
“Fever is usually checked by wrist on forehead? I’m not a physician and even I know that.” She reached around him for the bandages and he grinned. “If you wanted to kiss me, all you had to do was ask.” He had better places in mind, too.
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To Lukos’s mind, he’d been more than patient with Neena’s poking, prodding, and chatter. Cooped up in this house almost every day, he’d rarely had days out and when he had, he’d relished them. For the past week, however, for one reason or another, he hadn’t been able to leave and it was driving him to the brink of insanity. Restless pacing across the floor, sniping and snarking to Neena’s ever present cheerfulness, until he’d finally grown so used to her bright, sunny personality that he’d stopped griping at her for it. This, this was how she’d broken down Kreios, he decided. By being so grindingly optimistic that not even that mopey bastard could withstand it. He was willing to bet that Kreios had caved to her and actually smiled.
He was trying to picture what Kreios’s face might even look like with a smile on it when Neena’s odd phrasing cut through his thoughts.
"Well... you don't look like a sea monster."
Lukos looked down at the top of her head. The springs of her hair brushed against his chest and he leaned just a little bit to catch a look at her face. “A sea monster?” he frowned, images of draconian monsters coming to mind and Lukos knew for a fact that he wasn’t ugly. In fact, he was quite vain about his looks. Neena looked up at him and he blinked to keep her hair out of his eyes as it swept across his face. He arched an eyebrow as she went on to explain what she’d meant by the comment. His expression scrunched on the word ‘squelching’. “Come on,” he complained. Did it matter that he had disemboweled people before with a stroke of his sword across their abdomen? No. Did getting your sword stuck in someone’s chest and quite literally having to put your boot against their sternum to heft your weapon out of their body with a few good tugs mean that he was immune to thinking certain words were icky? No. No it did not and ‘squelching’ was one of those words were his lips screwed downward and his features twisted into utter disgust-
“Hey!” her fingers were prodding against his bandages and his hand gripped her wrist in an instinctive impulse to make her stop, but other than giving her a momentary squeeze, he didn’t actually force her to abandon her mission. He’d been told before that he wasn’t a great patient but his wounds had never been this bad. Because he’d learned to basically trust her, he didn’t react when she took out her dagger and sat fairly still, hands behind him on the bed, bracing himself to let her have better access.
The way they were situated, with her on her knees, body between his legs, and his chiton unhooked and pooled in his lap, he couldn’t pretend that thoughts of what better things she could be doing with her time floated through his mind. All this insistence on messing around with his stab wound and leaving his more important bits alone was a waste of time. He wasn’t going to die, of that he was certain, and aside from the normal pain associated with these sorts of wounds, he was fine. Better than fine.
“I’m practically healed, you know,” he reminded her as she unwound the bandages from his middle.
"The skin is still tender.”
“A bit, so don’t keep touching it,” he said but she plowed right over his words like she wasn’t listening.
"I'll leave the stitches in a few more days just to help it along and then remove them."
“Very kind of you,” he looked down at her again, thoughts wandering straight back to where she should be paying more attention and then blinking in surprise when her body moved downward, heading towards-”Hey!” he said a second time, nearly jumping even though she’d murmured a ‘hold still’ right before her lips touched the stitched up, hyper tender skin.
“What are you doing?” he demanded through a half laugh, mostly out of...relief that she hadn’t bit him (he’d heard Bedoans could be cannibals), and because the faint touch tickled a little.
"No fever.” She pulled away from him, smiling and he slowly shook his head at her, bemused and wondering what that kiss had to do with fever. "Looks like you're ready to be your big, bad self again, Grumbles."
“Fever is usually checked by wrist on forehead? I’m not a physician and even I know that.” She reached around him for the bandages and he grinned. “If you wanted to kiss me, all you had to do was ask.” He had better places in mind, too.
To Lukos’s mind, he’d been more than patient with Neena’s poking, prodding, and chatter. Cooped up in this house almost every day, he’d rarely had days out and when he had, he’d relished them. For the past week, however, for one reason or another, he hadn’t been able to leave and it was driving him to the brink of insanity. Restless pacing across the floor, sniping and snarking to Neena’s ever present cheerfulness, until he’d finally grown so used to her bright, sunny personality that he’d stopped griping at her for it. This, this was how she’d broken down Kreios, he decided. By being so grindingly optimistic that not even that mopey bastard could withstand it. He was willing to bet that Kreios had caved to her and actually smiled.
He was trying to picture what Kreios’s face might even look like with a smile on it when Neena’s odd phrasing cut through his thoughts.
"Well... you don't look like a sea monster."
Lukos looked down at the top of her head. The springs of her hair brushed against his chest and he leaned just a little bit to catch a look at her face. “A sea monster?” he frowned, images of draconian monsters coming to mind and Lukos knew for a fact that he wasn’t ugly. In fact, he was quite vain about his looks. Neena looked up at him and he blinked to keep her hair out of his eyes as it swept across his face. He arched an eyebrow as she went on to explain what she’d meant by the comment. His expression scrunched on the word ‘squelching’. “Come on,” he complained. Did it matter that he had disemboweled people before with a stroke of his sword across their abdomen? No. Did getting your sword stuck in someone’s chest and quite literally having to put your boot against their sternum to heft your weapon out of their body with a few good tugs mean that he was immune to thinking certain words were icky? No. No it did not and ‘squelching’ was one of those words were his lips screwed downward and his features twisted into utter disgust-
“Hey!” her fingers were prodding against his bandages and his hand gripped her wrist in an instinctive impulse to make her stop, but other than giving her a momentary squeeze, he didn’t actually force her to abandon her mission. He’d been told before that he wasn’t a great patient but his wounds had never been this bad. Because he’d learned to basically trust her, he didn’t react when she took out her dagger and sat fairly still, hands behind him on the bed, bracing himself to let her have better access.
The way they were situated, with her on her knees, body between his legs, and his chiton unhooked and pooled in his lap, he couldn’t pretend that thoughts of what better things she could be doing with her time floated through his mind. All this insistence on messing around with his stab wound and leaving his more important bits alone was a waste of time. He wasn’t going to die, of that he was certain, and aside from the normal pain associated with these sorts of wounds, he was fine. Better than fine.
“I’m practically healed, you know,” he reminded her as she unwound the bandages from his middle.
"The skin is still tender.”
“A bit, so don’t keep touching it,” he said but she plowed right over his words like she wasn’t listening.
"I'll leave the stitches in a few more days just to help it along and then remove them."
“Very kind of you,” he looked down at her again, thoughts wandering straight back to where she should be paying more attention and then blinking in surprise when her body moved downward, heading towards-”Hey!” he said a second time, nearly jumping even though she’d murmured a ‘hold still’ right before her lips touched the stitched up, hyper tender skin.
“What are you doing?” he demanded through a half laugh, mostly out of...relief that she hadn’t bit him (he’d heard Bedoans could be cannibals), and because the faint touch tickled a little.
"No fever.” She pulled away from him, smiling and he slowly shook his head at her, bemused and wondering what that kiss had to do with fever. "Looks like you're ready to be your big, bad self again, Grumbles."
“Fever is usually checked by wrist on forehead? I’m not a physician and even I know that.” She reached around him for the bandages and he grinned. “If you wanted to kiss me, all you had to do was ask.” He had better places in mind, too.
Lukos was not a particularly good patient. He was impulsive, impatient and liked to make grumbling comments on everything that she did. Where she had to fight like she was drawing blood from a stone just to get Kreios to look at her or make so much as a peep, Lukos always had a lot to say and none of it was really that positive.
But, in the same way that he had become anaesthetised to her sunny disposition, she was completely immune to his negative nancy ways. Not that that was a new thing. She had never let them bother her. Not since he had first opened his eyes after her emergency surgery on him three weeks ago. At times, she had wondered if it was her own disregard of his grumbles that had set him grumbling more ... As if he were looking for a reaction from her, like she did from Kreios.
Then again, maybe she was thinking too much.
Ignoring all of his grumbling comments and the way he gripped her wrist and then kept his fingers loosely wrapped around it as he permitted her to carry on, a little flurry of egotistical satisfaction hit her low in the belly and put a smile on her face. Whether he was griping about it or not, he had grown to trust her and her medical opinion.
...Even if he didn't want to.
And that made her grin with amusement. Like she had achieved some victory in their little tug of war.
'If you wanted to kiss me, all you had to do was ask.'
"Ha." Neena stated, in a single plosive noise that was highly dismissive. "If I wanted to kiss you, I already would have." She taunted him back, glancing up at him, as she bundled up the bandages in her palms. "And you'd have liked it." She added, with an amused wink.
Dumping the bandages to one side, Neena stayed on her haunches and braced her elbows on each of his thighs, looking up at him from where she was crouched. She was clearly in no hurry or concerns to move and had zero issue with the fact that he was half dressed. Growing up on a sailing ship where men were rarely fully clothed and then in a Bedoan tribe where she regularly slept beside two naked beings made her fairly immune to the powers of nudity.
"And the hand can tell if you have a fever." She stated, with a look of superior knowledge. "Lips can tell if you are getting one, earlier than anything else." She reached up to tap a finger against her plump bottom lip. "They're more sensitive."
Those same lips twisted a little as if she were trying to restrain a smile that wanted to break free - a secret smirk that said how she was entirely aware of the suggestiveness of her comments and how she didn't give a jot.
"I think you're sex deprived, sir." She told him, in a clear tone that was statement of fact. Her hand patted him on the thigh. "You've been cooped up for too long and grabbing onto the first thing you see. I mean, I know I'm phenomenal and everything but do try to restrain yourself..."
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Lukos was not a particularly good patient. He was impulsive, impatient and liked to make grumbling comments on everything that she did. Where she had to fight like she was drawing blood from a stone just to get Kreios to look at her or make so much as a peep, Lukos always had a lot to say and none of it was really that positive.
But, in the same way that he had become anaesthetised to her sunny disposition, she was completely immune to his negative nancy ways. Not that that was a new thing. She had never let them bother her. Not since he had first opened his eyes after her emergency surgery on him three weeks ago. At times, she had wondered if it was her own disregard of his grumbles that had set him grumbling more ... As if he were looking for a reaction from her, like she did from Kreios.
Then again, maybe she was thinking too much.
Ignoring all of his grumbling comments and the way he gripped her wrist and then kept his fingers loosely wrapped around it as he permitted her to carry on, a little flurry of egotistical satisfaction hit her low in the belly and put a smile on her face. Whether he was griping about it or not, he had grown to trust her and her medical opinion.
...Even if he didn't want to.
And that made her grin with amusement. Like she had achieved some victory in their little tug of war.
'If you wanted to kiss me, all you had to do was ask.'
"Ha." Neena stated, in a single plosive noise that was highly dismissive. "If I wanted to kiss you, I already would have." She taunted him back, glancing up at him, as she bundled up the bandages in her palms. "And you'd have liked it." She added, with an amused wink.
Dumping the bandages to one side, Neena stayed on her haunches and braced her elbows on each of his thighs, looking up at him from where she was crouched. She was clearly in no hurry or concerns to move and had zero issue with the fact that he was half dressed. Growing up on a sailing ship where men were rarely fully clothed and then in a Bedoan tribe where she regularly slept beside two naked beings made her fairly immune to the powers of nudity.
"And the hand can tell if you have a fever." She stated, with a look of superior knowledge. "Lips can tell if you are getting one, earlier than anything else." She reached up to tap a finger against her plump bottom lip. "They're more sensitive."
Those same lips twisted a little as if she were trying to restrain a smile that wanted to break free - a secret smirk that said how she was entirely aware of the suggestiveness of her comments and how she didn't give a jot.
"I think you're sex deprived, sir." She told him, in a clear tone that was statement of fact. Her hand patted him on the thigh. "You've been cooped up for too long and grabbing onto the first thing you see. I mean, I know I'm phenomenal and everything but do try to restrain yourself..."
Lukos was not a particularly good patient. He was impulsive, impatient and liked to make grumbling comments on everything that she did. Where she had to fight like she was drawing blood from a stone just to get Kreios to look at her or make so much as a peep, Lukos always had a lot to say and none of it was really that positive.
But, in the same way that he had become anaesthetised to her sunny disposition, she was completely immune to his negative nancy ways. Not that that was a new thing. She had never let them bother her. Not since he had first opened his eyes after her emergency surgery on him three weeks ago. At times, she had wondered if it was her own disregard of his grumbles that had set him grumbling more ... As if he were looking for a reaction from her, like she did from Kreios.
Then again, maybe she was thinking too much.
Ignoring all of his grumbling comments and the way he gripped her wrist and then kept his fingers loosely wrapped around it as he permitted her to carry on, a little flurry of egotistical satisfaction hit her low in the belly and put a smile on her face. Whether he was griping about it or not, he had grown to trust her and her medical opinion.
...Even if he didn't want to.
And that made her grin with amusement. Like she had achieved some victory in their little tug of war.
'If you wanted to kiss me, all you had to do was ask.'
"Ha." Neena stated, in a single plosive noise that was highly dismissive. "If I wanted to kiss you, I already would have." She taunted him back, glancing up at him, as she bundled up the bandages in her palms. "And you'd have liked it." She added, with an amused wink.
Dumping the bandages to one side, Neena stayed on her haunches and braced her elbows on each of his thighs, looking up at him from where she was crouched. She was clearly in no hurry or concerns to move and had zero issue with the fact that he was half dressed. Growing up on a sailing ship where men were rarely fully clothed and then in a Bedoan tribe where she regularly slept beside two naked beings made her fairly immune to the powers of nudity.
"And the hand can tell if you have a fever." She stated, with a look of superior knowledge. "Lips can tell if you are getting one, earlier than anything else." She reached up to tap a finger against her plump bottom lip. "They're more sensitive."
Those same lips twisted a little as if she were trying to restrain a smile that wanted to break free - a secret smirk that said how she was entirely aware of the suggestiveness of her comments and how she didn't give a jot.
"I think you're sex deprived, sir." She told him, in a clear tone that was statement of fact. Her hand patted him on the thigh. "You've been cooped up for too long and grabbing onto the first thing you see. I mean, I know I'm phenomenal and everything but do try to restrain yourself..."
Neena’s scoff and declaration that she’d have already kissed him if she’d wanted to made his grin widen. He shook his head slightly, looking down into her upturned face. He hadn’t considered doing anything real with her before today. He’d been too preoccupied with his own troubles, not least of which was sending off his ship to run the errand for the king that he was under contract to do. It was a prize too big to give up and he trusted his first mate to carry it out. Arktos might not be clever enough to go to one of those fancy universities, but he knew his own trade and how to get the weapons that were needed. It gave Lukos time to heal and kept his weakened state out of sight of his sailors. The very last thing he wanted was someone getting it into their head that they could take him out while he was vulnerable. Just because he sailed with these ruffians did not make them family. That sort of nonsense thinking got people taken advantage of, killed, or both.
”And you’d have liked it,” Neena added with a wink. It was this last bit of sassiness that actually caught his attention. More prone to irritation and impatience, Lukos also liked to play. He was willing to be entertained and Neena’s wink hinted that this was a game. Her dumping of the bandages onto the floor by the bed, and then a returning of her elbows on the tops of his thighs suggested that she was in no way unused to be close to people. Given her profession, very close. But her complete lack of care for her naked form, and whether or not he could see, gave Lukos reason to believe that Neena was as loose a woman as anyone could be - which were the kind he liked best. He didn’t have time or patience to go chasing women who didn’t want to be caught.
“And the hand can tell if you have a fever. Lips can tell if you are getting one, earlier than anything else. They're more sensitive.” She tapped her lips and his eyes followed her finger. Full and plush, her lips reminded him strongly of different ones he’d rather see. The curving lines of her mouth curled upwards and he flicked his gaze upwards again in time to see her eyes dance in the same merry tease from before. A caustic sigh escaped his own smirking mouth as she spoke again.
”I think you’re sex deprived, sir.”
“Is that so, physician?” he raised his dark brows, feigning shock.
“You've been cooped up for too long and grabbing onto the first thing you see. I mean, I know I'm phenomenal and everything but do try to restrain yourself...”
“Are you?” he interrupted her, bracing back on his hands, giving his torso a bit of a break. His eyes rested on her, not minding her staying right where she was. She seemed comfortable enough there and Lukos typically allowed women to get away with teasing that he didn’t tolerate from his own sex. If Kreios were trying to take digs at him this way, he’d have been angry. With this girl, it might lead to something a little more fun. “Phenomenal? It’s a shame to keep such prowess so repressed. Let’s see...if you’ve been here with me for...what, three weeks? And Kreios being the way he is…”
Lukos made a great show of rolling his gaze up to the timbers on the ceiling, thinking aloud. “Must be even longer for you.” Grinning, he shrugged. “It’s a way to pass the time, if you wanted.” He didn’t care enough about her opinion to risk pretending like he didn’t want to bed her. If she said no, he’d leave it at that. If she said yes, well he had what he wanted, then, didn’t he?
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Neena’s scoff and declaration that she’d have already kissed him if she’d wanted to made his grin widen. He shook his head slightly, looking down into her upturned face. He hadn’t considered doing anything real with her before today. He’d been too preoccupied with his own troubles, not least of which was sending off his ship to run the errand for the king that he was under contract to do. It was a prize too big to give up and he trusted his first mate to carry it out. Arktos might not be clever enough to go to one of those fancy universities, but he knew his own trade and how to get the weapons that were needed. It gave Lukos time to heal and kept his weakened state out of sight of his sailors. The very last thing he wanted was someone getting it into their head that they could take him out while he was vulnerable. Just because he sailed with these ruffians did not make them family. That sort of nonsense thinking got people taken advantage of, killed, or both.
”And you’d have liked it,” Neena added with a wink. It was this last bit of sassiness that actually caught his attention. More prone to irritation and impatience, Lukos also liked to play. He was willing to be entertained and Neena’s wink hinted that this was a game. Her dumping of the bandages onto the floor by the bed, and then a returning of her elbows on the tops of his thighs suggested that she was in no way unused to be close to people. Given her profession, very close. But her complete lack of care for her naked form, and whether or not he could see, gave Lukos reason to believe that Neena was as loose a woman as anyone could be - which were the kind he liked best. He didn’t have time or patience to go chasing women who didn’t want to be caught.
“And the hand can tell if you have a fever. Lips can tell if you are getting one, earlier than anything else. They're more sensitive.” She tapped her lips and his eyes followed her finger. Full and plush, her lips reminded him strongly of different ones he’d rather see. The curving lines of her mouth curled upwards and he flicked his gaze upwards again in time to see her eyes dance in the same merry tease from before. A caustic sigh escaped his own smirking mouth as she spoke again.
”I think you’re sex deprived, sir.”
“Is that so, physician?” he raised his dark brows, feigning shock.
“You've been cooped up for too long and grabbing onto the first thing you see. I mean, I know I'm phenomenal and everything but do try to restrain yourself...”
“Are you?” he interrupted her, bracing back on his hands, giving his torso a bit of a break. His eyes rested on her, not minding her staying right where she was. She seemed comfortable enough there and Lukos typically allowed women to get away with teasing that he didn’t tolerate from his own sex. If Kreios were trying to take digs at him this way, he’d have been angry. With this girl, it might lead to something a little more fun. “Phenomenal? It’s a shame to keep such prowess so repressed. Let’s see...if you’ve been here with me for...what, three weeks? And Kreios being the way he is…”
Lukos made a great show of rolling his gaze up to the timbers on the ceiling, thinking aloud. “Must be even longer for you.” Grinning, he shrugged. “It’s a way to pass the time, if you wanted.” He didn’t care enough about her opinion to risk pretending like he didn’t want to bed her. If she said no, he’d leave it at that. If she said yes, well he had what he wanted, then, didn’t he?
Neena’s scoff and declaration that she’d have already kissed him if she’d wanted to made his grin widen. He shook his head slightly, looking down into her upturned face. He hadn’t considered doing anything real with her before today. He’d been too preoccupied with his own troubles, not least of which was sending off his ship to run the errand for the king that he was under contract to do. It was a prize too big to give up and he trusted his first mate to carry it out. Arktos might not be clever enough to go to one of those fancy universities, but he knew his own trade and how to get the weapons that were needed. It gave Lukos time to heal and kept his weakened state out of sight of his sailors. The very last thing he wanted was someone getting it into their head that they could take him out while he was vulnerable. Just because he sailed with these ruffians did not make them family. That sort of nonsense thinking got people taken advantage of, killed, or both.
”And you’d have liked it,” Neena added with a wink. It was this last bit of sassiness that actually caught his attention. More prone to irritation and impatience, Lukos also liked to play. He was willing to be entertained and Neena’s wink hinted that this was a game. Her dumping of the bandages onto the floor by the bed, and then a returning of her elbows on the tops of his thighs suggested that she was in no way unused to be close to people. Given her profession, very close. But her complete lack of care for her naked form, and whether or not he could see, gave Lukos reason to believe that Neena was as loose a woman as anyone could be - which were the kind he liked best. He didn’t have time or patience to go chasing women who didn’t want to be caught.
“And the hand can tell if you have a fever. Lips can tell if you are getting one, earlier than anything else. They're more sensitive.” She tapped her lips and his eyes followed her finger. Full and plush, her lips reminded him strongly of different ones he’d rather see. The curving lines of her mouth curled upwards and he flicked his gaze upwards again in time to see her eyes dance in the same merry tease from before. A caustic sigh escaped his own smirking mouth as she spoke again.
”I think you’re sex deprived, sir.”
“Is that so, physician?” he raised his dark brows, feigning shock.
“You've been cooped up for too long and grabbing onto the first thing you see. I mean, I know I'm phenomenal and everything but do try to restrain yourself...”
“Are you?” he interrupted her, bracing back on his hands, giving his torso a bit of a break. His eyes rested on her, not minding her staying right where she was. She seemed comfortable enough there and Lukos typically allowed women to get away with teasing that he didn’t tolerate from his own sex. If Kreios were trying to take digs at him this way, he’d have been angry. With this girl, it might lead to something a little more fun. “Phenomenal? It’s a shame to keep such prowess so repressed. Let’s see...if you’ve been here with me for...what, three weeks? And Kreios being the way he is…”
Lukos made a great show of rolling his gaze up to the timbers on the ceiling, thinking aloud. “Must be even longer for you.” Grinning, he shrugged. “It’s a way to pass the time, if you wanted.” He didn’t care enough about her opinion to risk pretending like he didn’t want to bed her. If she said no, he’d leave it at that. If she said yes, well he had what he wanted, then, didn’t he?
Crouched there between Lukos' thighs and hunkering down on her own heels, those less fit that Neena would have had their legs cramping by now. But hers didn't bother her. Instead, she was quiet content to just hang out there, her elbows braced on the tops of his legs and her gaze on his with a mischievous light. For a moment, she took note of the man's upper body, the way his shape had been formed from his work. He wasn't a vain nobleman that liked to try and sculpt his body with exercise or powders. Instead, he was lean and toned simply from the efforts he had to put in aboard a ship. Neena knew them well. They were the kinds of muscles and shapes that those she had sailed with in her youth had naturally developed. She was used to their appearance. But it didn't make them any less attractive.
Despite her flirty and amusing nature, Neena had only been to bed with two people. The two that she had been tied to, in one way or another, by bonds of matrimony. And whilst she was not at all the kind of person who thought that sex had to come only after some promise of eternity, it was natural to not be as confident as her attitude perhaps suggested in that moment.
With a slight flap of her hands, Neena encouraged Lukos to raise his arms away from his body a little and reached for the clean bandages as he replied to her cocky assertions that she was fantastic in bed. She grinned as he offered her words that were half mocking and half invitation, leaning forwards the wrap the strip of linen around his middle. She didn't wind it multiple times as she had in the past, or tied it as tight as before. It wasn't a bandage to hold in blood or ensure that flesh stayed sewn together. His own body had done that already. This was more a covering to ensure that his stitched didn't get caught on any clothing or get torn out before they were ready. A few wraps around his abdomen, her own body leaning into his each time to pass the hunk of wrappings around his back, and she was ready to tie it off.
It was as she was patting it down and checking how close it was to his skin with the tips of her fingers probing beneath its edge that Lukos made his comments over Kreios and her apparent lack of action over the last three weeks.
She hadn't been inside this little hut constantly for the last three weeks so she tilted her head challengingly and looked up at him as she worked.
"Who says I haven't been finding my necessities elsewhere?" She asked with an amused tone, before being assured that his bindings were secure, clean and in the right place.
It was then that he offered her a simple enough 'way to pass the time', and her gaze turned assessing.
"Hmm..." She said aloud as if she were considering the offer but unsure. With a palm against one of Lukos' pectorals, she encouraged him to shift back a little on the cot and unfolded her legs from her crouch. "See... the issue with that suggestion..." She began, before hooking her legs up, one either side of his hips until she was sitting on his lap and encouraging his upper body back and down. "...is that you are still recovering, Mr. Pirate." She made a face of contrition. "Which means, it's going to be very boring for you... I would have to do all the work and you would just have to lie there." She shook her head sadly, as if this would be a true tragedy for him...
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Crouched there between Lukos' thighs and hunkering down on her own heels, those less fit that Neena would have had their legs cramping by now. But hers didn't bother her. Instead, she was quiet content to just hang out there, her elbows braced on the tops of his legs and her gaze on his with a mischievous light. For a moment, she took note of the man's upper body, the way his shape had been formed from his work. He wasn't a vain nobleman that liked to try and sculpt his body with exercise or powders. Instead, he was lean and toned simply from the efforts he had to put in aboard a ship. Neena knew them well. They were the kinds of muscles and shapes that those she had sailed with in her youth had naturally developed. She was used to their appearance. But it didn't make them any less attractive.
Despite her flirty and amusing nature, Neena had only been to bed with two people. The two that she had been tied to, in one way or another, by bonds of matrimony. And whilst she was not at all the kind of person who thought that sex had to come only after some promise of eternity, it was natural to not be as confident as her attitude perhaps suggested in that moment.
With a slight flap of her hands, Neena encouraged Lukos to raise his arms away from his body a little and reached for the clean bandages as he replied to her cocky assertions that she was fantastic in bed. She grinned as he offered her words that were half mocking and half invitation, leaning forwards the wrap the strip of linen around his middle. She didn't wind it multiple times as she had in the past, or tied it as tight as before. It wasn't a bandage to hold in blood or ensure that flesh stayed sewn together. His own body had done that already. This was more a covering to ensure that his stitched didn't get caught on any clothing or get torn out before they were ready. A few wraps around his abdomen, her own body leaning into his each time to pass the hunk of wrappings around his back, and she was ready to tie it off.
It was as she was patting it down and checking how close it was to his skin with the tips of her fingers probing beneath its edge that Lukos made his comments over Kreios and her apparent lack of action over the last three weeks.
She hadn't been inside this little hut constantly for the last three weeks so she tilted her head challengingly and looked up at him as she worked.
"Who says I haven't been finding my necessities elsewhere?" She asked with an amused tone, before being assured that his bindings were secure, clean and in the right place.
It was then that he offered her a simple enough 'way to pass the time', and her gaze turned assessing.
"Hmm..." She said aloud as if she were considering the offer but unsure. With a palm against one of Lukos' pectorals, she encouraged him to shift back a little on the cot and unfolded her legs from her crouch. "See... the issue with that suggestion..." She began, before hooking her legs up, one either side of his hips until she was sitting on his lap and encouraging his upper body back and down. "...is that you are still recovering, Mr. Pirate." She made a face of contrition. "Which means, it's going to be very boring for you... I would have to do all the work and you would just have to lie there." She shook her head sadly, as if this would be a true tragedy for him...
Crouched there between Lukos' thighs and hunkering down on her own heels, those less fit that Neena would have had their legs cramping by now. But hers didn't bother her. Instead, she was quiet content to just hang out there, her elbows braced on the tops of his legs and her gaze on his with a mischievous light. For a moment, she took note of the man's upper body, the way his shape had been formed from his work. He wasn't a vain nobleman that liked to try and sculpt his body with exercise or powders. Instead, he was lean and toned simply from the efforts he had to put in aboard a ship. Neena knew them well. They were the kinds of muscles and shapes that those she had sailed with in her youth had naturally developed. She was used to their appearance. But it didn't make them any less attractive.
Despite her flirty and amusing nature, Neena had only been to bed with two people. The two that she had been tied to, in one way or another, by bonds of matrimony. And whilst she was not at all the kind of person who thought that sex had to come only after some promise of eternity, it was natural to not be as confident as her attitude perhaps suggested in that moment.
With a slight flap of her hands, Neena encouraged Lukos to raise his arms away from his body a little and reached for the clean bandages as he replied to her cocky assertions that she was fantastic in bed. She grinned as he offered her words that were half mocking and half invitation, leaning forwards the wrap the strip of linen around his middle. She didn't wind it multiple times as she had in the past, or tied it as tight as before. It wasn't a bandage to hold in blood or ensure that flesh stayed sewn together. His own body had done that already. This was more a covering to ensure that his stitched didn't get caught on any clothing or get torn out before they were ready. A few wraps around his abdomen, her own body leaning into his each time to pass the hunk of wrappings around his back, and she was ready to tie it off.
It was as she was patting it down and checking how close it was to his skin with the tips of her fingers probing beneath its edge that Lukos made his comments over Kreios and her apparent lack of action over the last three weeks.
She hadn't been inside this little hut constantly for the last three weeks so she tilted her head challengingly and looked up at him as she worked.
"Who says I haven't been finding my necessities elsewhere?" She asked with an amused tone, before being assured that his bindings were secure, clean and in the right place.
It was then that he offered her a simple enough 'way to pass the time', and her gaze turned assessing.
"Hmm..." She said aloud as if she were considering the offer but unsure. With a palm against one of Lukos' pectorals, she encouraged him to shift back a little on the cot and unfolded her legs from her crouch. "See... the issue with that suggestion..." She began, before hooking her legs up, one either side of his hips until she was sitting on his lap and encouraging his upper body back and down. "...is that you are still recovering, Mr. Pirate." She made a face of contrition. "Which means, it's going to be very boring for you... I would have to do all the work and you would just have to lie there." She shook her head sadly, as if this would be a true tragedy for him...
He must have touched a nerve and the thought kept his smirk fixed firmly in place. Her tone was amused but he suspected this was mostly bravado while she told him she could have been getting her needs tended to anywhere. An arch of his brow gave away what he felt about that and his eyes drifted along her back as she leaned into him at that moment, wrapping the bindings and then testing them. “I’d be shocked,” he said flatly. Neena was many things but she wasn’t a whore, which was what Lukos thought of as any woman who’d go have sex in the street. Neena’s eyes were too bright and she was too quick to laugh. Added to that, her skin was unburdened with the wrinkles of worry and fear. She did not appear to be someone so desperate as to sell their body - their only thing left of any value. Nor did she have the cunning of a woman that thought would have sex with random strangers just for the fun of it. No. This woman struck him as someone who was flirty and might condescend to spend the time tangled up with another human being if she knew them at least a little bit. Lucky for him, she knew him quite well by now.
”Hmmm…”
That was a good sign. Whatever she pretended, that was a good sign. The warmth of her palm pressing against his chest made him glance down at her hand, following the delicate curve of her wrist, up her arm, along the graceful contours of her collarbones, to finally meet her large dark eyes. He let her ease him back, her body moving upward so that she filled nearly his entire vision. His body was already responding to her thigh brushing along his as she maneuvered herself into his lap. “See... the issue with that suggestion...” she began ”Is that you are still recovering, Mr. Pirate.”
In order to accommodate her on his lap, he had to lean backwards even more and with his stab wound still very much making its presence known, he didn’t fight the pain and let himself lay back entirely, pillowing one arm beneath his head as he watched her giving him an apologetic look while she explained that his suggestion simply wouldn’t do. She’d have to be doing most of the work. He grinned.
“I’m willing to endure,” he teased, his free hand sliding along her knee and up the soft expanse of her thigh. His attention shifted to her legs before traveling back up her body. “But if you’re afraid of work, I understand…” He raised his brows at her, smirk growing into a grin. Flicking his tongue at her, he added. "I'll make it worth your while." He'd never tasted a Bedoan before...
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He must have touched a nerve and the thought kept his smirk fixed firmly in place. Her tone was amused but he suspected this was mostly bravado while she told him she could have been getting her needs tended to anywhere. An arch of his brow gave away what he felt about that and his eyes drifted along her back as she leaned into him at that moment, wrapping the bindings and then testing them. “I’d be shocked,” he said flatly. Neena was many things but she wasn’t a whore, which was what Lukos thought of as any woman who’d go have sex in the street. Neena’s eyes were too bright and she was too quick to laugh. Added to that, her skin was unburdened with the wrinkles of worry and fear. She did not appear to be someone so desperate as to sell their body - their only thing left of any value. Nor did she have the cunning of a woman that thought would have sex with random strangers just for the fun of it. No. This woman struck him as someone who was flirty and might condescend to spend the time tangled up with another human being if she knew them at least a little bit. Lucky for him, she knew him quite well by now.
”Hmmm…”
That was a good sign. Whatever she pretended, that was a good sign. The warmth of her palm pressing against his chest made him glance down at her hand, following the delicate curve of her wrist, up her arm, along the graceful contours of her collarbones, to finally meet her large dark eyes. He let her ease him back, her body moving upward so that she filled nearly his entire vision. His body was already responding to her thigh brushing along his as she maneuvered herself into his lap. “See... the issue with that suggestion...” she began ”Is that you are still recovering, Mr. Pirate.”
In order to accommodate her on his lap, he had to lean backwards even more and with his stab wound still very much making its presence known, he didn’t fight the pain and let himself lay back entirely, pillowing one arm beneath his head as he watched her giving him an apologetic look while she explained that his suggestion simply wouldn’t do. She’d have to be doing most of the work. He grinned.
“I’m willing to endure,” he teased, his free hand sliding along her knee and up the soft expanse of her thigh. His attention shifted to her legs before traveling back up her body. “But if you’re afraid of work, I understand…” He raised his brows at her, smirk growing into a grin. Flicking his tongue at her, he added. "I'll make it worth your while." He'd never tasted a Bedoan before...
He must have touched a nerve and the thought kept his smirk fixed firmly in place. Her tone was amused but he suspected this was mostly bravado while she told him she could have been getting her needs tended to anywhere. An arch of his brow gave away what he felt about that and his eyes drifted along her back as she leaned into him at that moment, wrapping the bindings and then testing them. “I’d be shocked,” he said flatly. Neena was many things but she wasn’t a whore, which was what Lukos thought of as any woman who’d go have sex in the street. Neena’s eyes were too bright and she was too quick to laugh. Added to that, her skin was unburdened with the wrinkles of worry and fear. She did not appear to be someone so desperate as to sell their body - their only thing left of any value. Nor did she have the cunning of a woman that thought would have sex with random strangers just for the fun of it. No. This woman struck him as someone who was flirty and might condescend to spend the time tangled up with another human being if she knew them at least a little bit. Lucky for him, she knew him quite well by now.
”Hmmm…”
That was a good sign. Whatever she pretended, that was a good sign. The warmth of her palm pressing against his chest made him glance down at her hand, following the delicate curve of her wrist, up her arm, along the graceful contours of her collarbones, to finally meet her large dark eyes. He let her ease him back, her body moving upward so that she filled nearly his entire vision. His body was already responding to her thigh brushing along his as she maneuvered herself into his lap. “See... the issue with that suggestion...” she began ”Is that you are still recovering, Mr. Pirate.”
In order to accommodate her on his lap, he had to lean backwards even more and with his stab wound still very much making its presence known, he didn’t fight the pain and let himself lay back entirely, pillowing one arm beneath his head as he watched her giving him an apologetic look while she explained that his suggestion simply wouldn’t do. She’d have to be doing most of the work. He grinned.
“I’m willing to endure,” he teased, his free hand sliding along her knee and up the soft expanse of her thigh. His attention shifted to her legs before traveling back up her body. “But if you’re afraid of work, I understand…” He raised his brows at her, smirk growing into a grin. Flicking his tongue at her, he added. "I'll make it worth your while." He'd never tasted a Bedoan before...
Neena might not have bedded too many in her lifetime and was, as Lukos rightly ascertained, far from a whore that would simply do strangers on the street. But she was also a woman that knew her own body. Had done for years before she had ever loved someone on a physical level. When you had nothing else to your name, your own manner of being was the entirety of your world and you learned to understand it well. She knew that sex was a craving like any other. Food, water, sleep, pleasure... all were natural desires that needed to be sated now and then - some more frequently than others.
And the man before her was easy on the eye, happy to engage in something that was entirely disconnected from all feelings or promises of commitment...
It was an opportunity to break a stint of celibacy that might become too much of a mental block if she didn't address it soon. As such, Neena didn't much doubt or reconsider her flirting promises to the man upon the bed. She was ready and willing to see them through all the same.
As she settled upon Lukos' lap and he leaned back onto his arms and then back, watching her as she got comfortable above him, she smiled when his hand found her knee and thigh and he joked about enduring the experience.
'...if you're afraid of work...'
"Mm, if I was afraid of a little toil..." Neena replied, leaning down over Lukos' torso, her lips nearing his... "I'd never have taken you on as a patient." She told him. She was bold enough to let her teeth nip a little at his lower lip.
Her hands rested on Lukos' belly, keeping clear of his wound and rising to brush over his chest. The hair there shifted at her touch and she felt his body stir beneath her. Given her lack of undergarments beneath her little floaty tunic and his state of undress, there was little to divide them but a cloth about Lukos' hips. But neither of them seemed interested in something quick and easy. That wouldn't pass much time, as he had said...
When he flicked his tongue at her, Neena's eyes flashed and her grin broadened.
"How very gentlemanly of you..." She commented. For a moment, her mouth touched his, soft and fleeting but a promise of more. "You're so confident in your skills... How about I let you near the others if you can please these lips..."
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Neena might not have bedded too many in her lifetime and was, as Lukos rightly ascertained, far from a whore that would simply do strangers on the street. But she was also a woman that knew her own body. Had done for years before she had ever loved someone on a physical level. When you had nothing else to your name, your own manner of being was the entirety of your world and you learned to understand it well. She knew that sex was a craving like any other. Food, water, sleep, pleasure... all were natural desires that needed to be sated now and then - some more frequently than others.
And the man before her was easy on the eye, happy to engage in something that was entirely disconnected from all feelings or promises of commitment...
It was an opportunity to break a stint of celibacy that might become too much of a mental block if she didn't address it soon. As such, Neena didn't much doubt or reconsider her flirting promises to the man upon the bed. She was ready and willing to see them through all the same.
As she settled upon Lukos' lap and he leaned back onto his arms and then back, watching her as she got comfortable above him, she smiled when his hand found her knee and thigh and he joked about enduring the experience.
'...if you're afraid of work...'
"Mm, if I was afraid of a little toil..." Neena replied, leaning down over Lukos' torso, her lips nearing his... "I'd never have taken you on as a patient." She told him. She was bold enough to let her teeth nip a little at his lower lip.
Her hands rested on Lukos' belly, keeping clear of his wound and rising to brush over his chest. The hair there shifted at her touch and she felt his body stir beneath her. Given her lack of undergarments beneath her little floaty tunic and his state of undress, there was little to divide them but a cloth about Lukos' hips. But neither of them seemed interested in something quick and easy. That wouldn't pass much time, as he had said...
When he flicked his tongue at her, Neena's eyes flashed and her grin broadened.
"How very gentlemanly of you..." She commented. For a moment, her mouth touched his, soft and fleeting but a promise of more. "You're so confident in your skills... How about I let you near the others if you can please these lips..."
Neena might not have bedded too many in her lifetime and was, as Lukos rightly ascertained, far from a whore that would simply do strangers on the street. But she was also a woman that knew her own body. Had done for years before she had ever loved someone on a physical level. When you had nothing else to your name, your own manner of being was the entirety of your world and you learned to understand it well. She knew that sex was a craving like any other. Food, water, sleep, pleasure... all were natural desires that needed to be sated now and then - some more frequently than others.
And the man before her was easy on the eye, happy to engage in something that was entirely disconnected from all feelings or promises of commitment...
It was an opportunity to break a stint of celibacy that might become too much of a mental block if she didn't address it soon. As such, Neena didn't much doubt or reconsider her flirting promises to the man upon the bed. She was ready and willing to see them through all the same.
As she settled upon Lukos' lap and he leaned back onto his arms and then back, watching her as she got comfortable above him, she smiled when his hand found her knee and thigh and he joked about enduring the experience.
'...if you're afraid of work...'
"Mm, if I was afraid of a little toil..." Neena replied, leaning down over Lukos' torso, her lips nearing his... "I'd never have taken you on as a patient." She told him. She was bold enough to let her teeth nip a little at his lower lip.
Her hands rested on Lukos' belly, keeping clear of his wound and rising to brush over his chest. The hair there shifted at her touch and she felt his body stir beneath her. Given her lack of undergarments beneath her little floaty tunic and his state of undress, there was little to divide them but a cloth about Lukos' hips. But neither of them seemed interested in something quick and easy. That wouldn't pass much time, as he had said...
When he flicked his tongue at her, Neena's eyes flashed and her grin broadened.
"How very gentlemanly of you..." She commented. For a moment, her mouth touched his, soft and fleeting but a promise of more. "You're so confident in your skills... How about I let you near the others if you can please these lips..."
There were very few times where Lukos allowed people to invade his personal space, but a pretty woman toying with having sex with him was one of those moments where he welcomed the proximity. He inched his body back the littlest bit, a little concerned that Neena might accidentally knee him in the side as she neared him but she was gentle and slow, her warm thighs settling on either side of his. He tilted his face up, eyes on hers as she leaned down, lightly biting his lower lip, teasing him in the process. His body responded instantly and he thought if she leaped off his lap, trilling that it was all a joke, he really might throw something at her.
Thankfully she did not appear to have that particular cruel streak in her; just an unwillingness to let him whine, which was a crime all its own. Her fingers slid along his stomach until she flattened her palms, gliding up his chest, exploring. He’d have loved to do the same but in this current position, he had to brace back on both arms. His injury was still too new for him to be able to rely on his own muscles to keep him upright without having to seriously favor his other side. It was odd to be at her mercy, wanting to dominate her, and being unable to do so.
She was wrong, though. He was most definitely interested in quick and easy.
He grinned as he flicked his tongue at her and the grin widened further as she lightly chided him. “How very gentlemanly of you...You're so confident in your skills... How about I let you near the others if you can please these lips...” Her lips moved against his, her whisper breathing soft heat against his mouth. Then, without much thought to it, his eyes slid closed, his tongue dipped into her mouth, and he tilted his head, kissing her gentler than he would have done in other circumstances.
Ever so slowly, he eased himself down until he was lying flat on his back. An arm had finally snaked around her waist, locking itself up against her spine to keep her pinned to him. She was soft and her body pleasantly warm. He did not want to let her go. Plus her mouth tasted sweet, as though she’d secreted some fruit earlier that she hadn’t shared with him. In their shifting, his cloth slid but wasn’t off his lap, which at first he thought to move. His hand even slid down to do so but got distracted by her thigh. Following the delicate skin up the back of her thigh, he found her ass and took quite the handful.
On the distant street outside, someone shouted at their neighbor who bellowed in return. One of the logs in the fireplace fell with a woody clatter, landing in brittle embers. The scent of that horrible medicine tea lingered, but all he was thinking about was her tongue and how many days he’d gone without proper attention from anyone.
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There were very few times where Lukos allowed people to invade his personal space, but a pretty woman toying with having sex with him was one of those moments where he welcomed the proximity. He inched his body back the littlest bit, a little concerned that Neena might accidentally knee him in the side as she neared him but she was gentle and slow, her warm thighs settling on either side of his. He tilted his face up, eyes on hers as she leaned down, lightly biting his lower lip, teasing him in the process. His body responded instantly and he thought if she leaped off his lap, trilling that it was all a joke, he really might throw something at her.
Thankfully she did not appear to have that particular cruel streak in her; just an unwillingness to let him whine, which was a crime all its own. Her fingers slid along his stomach until she flattened her palms, gliding up his chest, exploring. He’d have loved to do the same but in this current position, he had to brace back on both arms. His injury was still too new for him to be able to rely on his own muscles to keep him upright without having to seriously favor his other side. It was odd to be at her mercy, wanting to dominate her, and being unable to do so.
She was wrong, though. He was most definitely interested in quick and easy.
He grinned as he flicked his tongue at her and the grin widened further as she lightly chided him. “How very gentlemanly of you...You're so confident in your skills... How about I let you near the others if you can please these lips...” Her lips moved against his, her whisper breathing soft heat against his mouth. Then, without much thought to it, his eyes slid closed, his tongue dipped into her mouth, and he tilted his head, kissing her gentler than he would have done in other circumstances.
Ever so slowly, he eased himself down until he was lying flat on his back. An arm had finally snaked around her waist, locking itself up against her spine to keep her pinned to him. She was soft and her body pleasantly warm. He did not want to let her go. Plus her mouth tasted sweet, as though she’d secreted some fruit earlier that she hadn’t shared with him. In their shifting, his cloth slid but wasn’t off his lap, which at first he thought to move. His hand even slid down to do so but got distracted by her thigh. Following the delicate skin up the back of her thigh, he found her ass and took quite the handful.
On the distant street outside, someone shouted at their neighbor who bellowed in return. One of the logs in the fireplace fell with a woody clatter, landing in brittle embers. The scent of that horrible medicine tea lingered, but all he was thinking about was her tongue and how many days he’d gone without proper attention from anyone.
There were very few times where Lukos allowed people to invade his personal space, but a pretty woman toying with having sex with him was one of those moments where he welcomed the proximity. He inched his body back the littlest bit, a little concerned that Neena might accidentally knee him in the side as she neared him but she was gentle and slow, her warm thighs settling on either side of his. He tilted his face up, eyes on hers as she leaned down, lightly biting his lower lip, teasing him in the process. His body responded instantly and he thought if she leaped off his lap, trilling that it was all a joke, he really might throw something at her.
Thankfully she did not appear to have that particular cruel streak in her; just an unwillingness to let him whine, which was a crime all its own. Her fingers slid along his stomach until she flattened her palms, gliding up his chest, exploring. He’d have loved to do the same but in this current position, he had to brace back on both arms. His injury was still too new for him to be able to rely on his own muscles to keep him upright without having to seriously favor his other side. It was odd to be at her mercy, wanting to dominate her, and being unable to do so.
She was wrong, though. He was most definitely interested in quick and easy.
He grinned as he flicked his tongue at her and the grin widened further as she lightly chided him. “How very gentlemanly of you...You're so confident in your skills... How about I let you near the others if you can please these lips...” Her lips moved against his, her whisper breathing soft heat against his mouth. Then, without much thought to it, his eyes slid closed, his tongue dipped into her mouth, and he tilted his head, kissing her gentler than he would have done in other circumstances.
Ever so slowly, he eased himself down until he was lying flat on his back. An arm had finally snaked around her waist, locking itself up against her spine to keep her pinned to him. She was soft and her body pleasantly warm. He did not want to let her go. Plus her mouth tasted sweet, as though she’d secreted some fruit earlier that she hadn’t shared with him. In their shifting, his cloth slid but wasn’t off his lap, which at first he thought to move. His hand even slid down to do so but got distracted by her thigh. Following the delicate skin up the back of her thigh, he found her ass and took quite the handful.
On the distant street outside, someone shouted at their neighbor who bellowed in return. One of the logs in the fireplace fell with a woody clatter, landing in brittle embers. The scent of that horrible medicine tea lingered, but all he was thinking about was her tongue and how many days he’d gone without proper attention from anyone.