Quinn hadn't really thought about what sort of living space Scarlet might have. Oh, he'd seen what Shadi had, but that was as much a mask as the blonde wig and the vapid expression. Scarlet was still something of an enigma - although one that he'd enjoy unraveling - and the small building in a nice but nondescript part of the city was a surprising choice. Not the kind of place he'd have guessed a successful and well-paid assassin would take. Certainly not what the holovids would have you believe. But then, according to the holovids, his living quarters should be ankle deep in liquor and whores.

The space was... spartan. It wasn't a large place, but it had crisp lines and an open floor plan. Much like her room at the Velvet Spire, it was devoid of personal touch, just distressed concrete walls and pale wood flooring. A wraparound couch took up most of the living area, with the foot of a large bed peeked out from the other side of the wall separating the room. Projected on the windows was lakeside scenery. The kind of living quarters maintained by someone accustomed to minimal personal possessions. The kind of place he'd grown up in, and that he was comfortable with. Which raised all sorts of interesting questions. If he searched, would he find a small satchel with her two or three most prized possessions, and a weapon, and a few essential tools? The sort of thing that he maintained, everywhere he went?

'Who was Scarlet?' he wondered. Who had she been, once upon a time? Clearly, he'd have to find out.

"So, what did you want to drink?" She called form the small, functional kitchen, examining her fridge.

"Dunno," he called back, turning to watch her pull a stocky purple bottle out of the fridge. "What do you have?"

"I have some spiced rum, a bottle of white wine, and  brandy."

He pursed his lips in thought as she placed the bottle on the counter and headed towards a door. "Some water, actually. And then some of the rum," he decided. "Rehydrate a little, before I get back to drinking." A quick grin. "Helps with the hangover." He found the glasses and poured both of them two fingers of rum and himself a full pint of water. The water went down twice before he was even ready to consider the liquor once more. By then, Scarlet had emerged from the bathroom.

She was magnificent. Nothing about Shadi was unappealing, of course. And he'd seen her without her wig or contacts just last night. But her fiery hair was a wild mane of tangled curls, and her eyes glittered like emeralds, and her stance and walk had changed. Shadi strutted, displaying herself as a professional advertisement. But Scarlet prowled, a sleek and dangerous jungle beast. He watched her, desire and admiration frankly displayed in his expression, and then slid a glass over to her. "Comfortable?"

"I am. You could probably stand to be a little more comfortable, though, couldn't you?" She slinked over to him running finders over the hem of his jacket before hooking her thumbs on the inside, pulling it off his shoulders and hanging it up in the discrete closet off to the side of the bathroom. Her eyes traced the firm lines of his figure, not hiding her appreciation as her glance made its way back up to his face. "Yes, much better," she declared,  her fingers brushing his as she accepted a glass. "So, how many more drinks do you think it's going to take to get you out of the rest of that suit?"

Quinn sipped his drink and made a show of contemplating the question. "About twice as many as it'll take to get you out of that dress," he decided, letting his eyes trace the collection of panels and straps that made up her outfit. "Alcohol lowers inhibitions, after all. And since I'm wearing more clothes it'll take more effort to lower mine..."

He swirled the rum in his glass, contemplating. "Now, as a gentleman, I simply can't allow myself to take advantage of you and the clear fact that it'll take less effort to get you naked. So..." he took a drink. "I'll need to get started first. That was one." Another swallow. "Two. And now, your turn..."

He took a drink, holding it in his mouth as he slapped the glass down on the counter and pulled her close. His lips were peppery from the spiced liquor, and the sharp taste of the alcohol accompanied his tongue as it slipped into her mouth. He pressed her back against the counter as he let the drink flow into her mouth and dribble down her chin as he kissed her. His hands, hard and callused from years of fighting, were rough on her skin as he explored her shape, but his tongue was soft on chin and throat as he lapped errant rivulets of rum from her skin.

"Almost enough," he murmured, voice husky with desire. Pressing his body against her, licking his lips at the feel of her curves against him, he groped blindly for his glass. Finding it, he raised it to his lips and drank. "One," he said, letting her taste the peppery heat as he kissed her. "Two," he declared, sloshing the glass and eying it critically.

He brought it to her lips, his cheek against hers as he did. "Your turn," he murmured, tipping it. The liquid splashed out, coating her mouth and chin, running down her throat and into the valley between her breasts. "How clumsy of me," he declared insincerely, a wicked glint in his eye. "Here, let me..."

Lips traced her chin and down her throat, and he moaned against her flesh as he savored her flavor mixed with that of the rum. Pressing her back further, arching her back, he worked down to her collarbone. Then his teeth scraped gently over the swell exposed cleavage, and his tongue followed the path of a rivulet of liquor.

Then he grinned up at her. "Well, hell," he laughed, examining a tiny damp spot on his shirt. "Guess I'll have to take it off..." He peeled the shirt away and tossed it aside, revealing lean muscles and a few scars, a testament to the life he'd led. Unexpectedly, his right pectoral, shoulder and upper arm were covered with a single elaborate tattoo. An abstract thing of tribal design, all swirls and arcs picked out crimson and sapphire with black highlights. It rippled and seemed to shimmer as he picked up his glass and refilled it. "Care to wager on who'll be naked first?"

"Ah, wager. Yes, let's do that." She grinned up at him mischievously. "Let's see...the first person naked gets to call the shots. Sound good?" Her fingers wrapped around the bottle of rum and brought it over his lips.

"So, let's take a drink," she announced, bringing the bottle up to his lips, with the same care he did, letting the alcohol pool in his mouth and drip down his chin and chest. Quinn had enjoyed his version of "let's take a drink". But he found he enjoyed Scarlet's version just as much - if not more. The rum was cool on his skin and her tongue was hot and the contrast made him shiver with delight.

As her mouth found his once more, she stuck out her tongue to meet his outside their mouths, and poured more liquor over their outstretched tongues, clumsily splattering their mouths and lips. Teasing turned into an alcohol-soaked kiss, rum trickling down both of their bodies now.

Her spicy kiss, and the feel of her liquor-slippery body against him as she did her best to shrug out of her dress while pressing against him made his need for her consume him. He shoved her back against the bar, then, pinning her in place with the weight of his body. His hands were between them, fumbling with belt and fastenings as he shimmied and ground and finally kicked his boots and pants away. The boxers he wore were loose but they did little to disguise the extent of his desire. He grinned at her, kissing her deeply as alcohol-scented fingers fisted in her hair. "What happens," he asked, voice husky as his desire pressed into her bare thigh, "if we both lose?"

"If we are both naked, at the same time?" Her fingers slipping between his boxer and skin and her alcohol-scented breath wafted hot across his face. "In that case, I think we both win. So are we calling it a draw or…” She backed away and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. Ever so slightly she teased at them, pulling them away from her skin and lowering them, tantalizing him with lay underneath, “Or am I about to lose?”

He followed her forward, bracing himself against the wall as he barely touched her, his thumb finding the waist of his boxers. "Define losing," he breathed, sliding his hand down her shoulder and arm to find her panties. He eased them down along with her, removing his own and kicking them aside at the same time. Then he forced himself to step back, striking his own pose. "Like what you see?" he growled. "Because I do."

With a fluid, cat-like pounce he was on her, pushing her back against the wall as he filled his hands with her hips and her mouth with his tongue. He leaned into her, flattening her breasts against his broad chest and using one knee to part her legs. One hand slid between them, flattening against her belly and creeping lower. His fingers found her lips, parting them and caressing the slick bud within. "You feel so fucking good," he growled, biting and sucking on her lower lip. He moistened his finger in her juices, then slid it into her.

A moan of pure lust escaped him as her walls gripped his finger. "New wager," he sighed, working a second finger into her. "First one of us to get off..." His palm cupped her mound as the two fingers began stroking in and out with a wet, sucking sound. "First one to get off has to fuck the other one all night..?"

“Yes…” she moaned, and he wasn't sure she'd heard him. Wasn't sure he even cared, as her desire dripped down his fingers. “Fuck… Quinn… fuck… yes!”

Her orgasm hit suddenly, with her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Breathy rasps mingled with the sounds of soaking fingers filling her sex as her core tightened. She clung to him soft curves molding against him. "Looks like I lost," she grinned, body still shaking from her orgasm

"Or won," he leered, bringing his drenched fingers to his lips and sucking her taste from them. "From a certain point of view..."

Her response was to shove him back and down, and he "oofed" as he struck the couch. She was on him before he could recover, hands fisting in his hair as she filled his mouth with her tongue, her body moving against his as she manoeuvred. Quinn gasped into her mouth as her heat engulfed him, liquid silk clenching like a fist around his aching cock. "Damn," she murmured, making him lay there and suffer the sweet torment of her motionless sex around him, "you are so fucking thick in me."

His hands found the curve of her hips, nails biting into the skin of her ass. "And you are so fucking tight," he groaned back, flexing muscles to make his shaft pulse within her. "Hot and wet and tight." She clenched back, making him loll his head back at the sensation. "Fuck me," he breathed.

She began moving, a slow pace as she dragged her sex up his shaft and slid back down it. "Fuck," he breathed in a slow exhalation. "You getting off, teasing my cock like that?" His hands slid over her body, one cupping her breast and squeezing and the other gripping a handful of her firm rear. "You feel so fucking good on my dick," he groaned, thumb and tongue circling her nipple.

Another moan escaped him as she took him completely once more. "That's it," he groaned, biting at the nipple. "Fuck yourself on me. Use that tight cunt to milk my dick." He pulled her mouth to his, tongue slipping between her lips. "Fuck my cum right out of me.

“You like that? You like being fucked like this?” She demanded, forcing him to meet her lustful eyes with fingers tangling in his hair. Her hips rolled over him, burying his cock within her wetness, the meeting of their sex sopping and slick and sweltering.  “You wanna pump me full of cum?” She moaned, breasts brushing against his chest as they bounced up and down in time with her momentum.

“If you want to cum in me, I am going to need you do something for me,” She instructed, kissing and fucking him hard and deep. “I need you to call out my name, as I drain your balls of your load.”  Her cheek rubbed his as she moved and her hot breath found his ear. Tongue traced her earlobe and her teeth caught him before she exhaled once more. “My name, drawn from your lips as you fuck your cum into me.”

“Kaydia.”

Quinn's whole world had narrowed to the woman fucking him. All he was aware of was the taste of her lips and skin, and the smooth movements of her body, and the agonizing slick friction that threatened to bring him to orgasm at any moment. He moaned and gasped as she fucked him, meeting his demands with her own smoldering replies. Closer and closer she brought him, and it was only through sheer willpower that he hadn't yet cum.

Then she made her demand, saying she wanted him to scream her name as he came. "Kaydia," she whispered, breath hot on his ear. The name was familiar, somehow. Had he known a Kaydia before? But it was difficult to think. Difficult to do anything but focus on the woman who rode his cock and whispered sweet filth into his skin.

"Kaydia," he groaned, hands sliding down her back and squeezing her ass as he did. "Kaydia." He kissed her then, tongue fucking her mouth in time with the movement of her body on his. "Fuck me, Kaydia. Fuck.... fuck the cum outta... outta my... fuck!" He threw his head back, his body arching beneath her and his cock thrusting deeper into her cunt. "Fuck, I'm close! Kaydia! Fuck I'm... I'm.... Kaydia!"

Resting her forehead against his, the rapture passed through them, reduced to the occasional throb of his softening cock and the infrequent tensing of her well-fucked sex.  Meaningless sounds of delight passed for speaking, as she tried to catch her breath, catching his lips into a kiss that was more sensual than frenzied. It was a few quiet moments of this, joyful sighs and lazy kisses, fingers tangled in hair.

“Thirsty?” She asked.

"I... could drink something, yeah," he agreed, chest still heaving from the force of his orgasm. He watched her stagger back to the kitchen, entranced by the ripple and roll of muscles in her backside., and then stared more as she returned. He took the water gratefully, drinking it down even before she'd taken a place beside him.

He hadn't realized just how much he'd missed her warmth and scent until she curled into him. He felt his cock twitch with lazy renewed lust as she turned a little, water-cooled lips tracing his neck. "So, did I fulfil my end of the wager?" she purred, nipping at him. "Or are we going to have to have another round?"

"Well," he answered slowly, trailing his fingers up her bare flank, "I think you may have met your forfeit. But..." He shifted, kissing her lingeringly. "See, I may have cheated. I'm pretty sure my underwear was all the way off before yours." His fingers traced her lips as he nibbled at her ear.

"Now, if I did..." Fingernails scraped over the curve of her breast. "If I did, that means you should be the one getting fucked all night." Finger and thumb closed on a nipple, pinching it in the same rhythm as his lips on her ear. Slowly, he began to push her down on the couch. "Tell me you want that, Kaydia. But you'll need to tell me what's off limits..."

“Oh? Why, what are you going to do to me? What do you want to do to me?” She cooed, feeling her heart beat race once more, at the potential answers to that question.

His weight was on her now, pressing her into the cushions as he straddled her thighs and held her wrists above her head. "If you don't," he whispered, leaning forward so she could feel his words on her lips, "then I'll have to assume you want me to fuck you everywhere I can."

Instead of answering, she pushed a kiss to him, deep and hard and greedy, legs moving to wrapping around him.

“Everything,” She whispered, assuring and demanding him as her lips caught his, “I want everything.”

Quinn made a low rumbling sound of lust and pleasure as Kadiya's thighs slid over his and her calves locked behind his knees. He met her kiss with equal force, tongues fighting for dominance as he ground his body against hers. "Everything," he whispered, voice filled with promise. "You'll have everything."

He kept her hands pinned above her head, plundering her mouth with his. How long had it been since he'd felt like this? How long since he'd surrendered to desire since he'd been with a woman who craved him as much as he craved her? Too long, and the knowledge that she wanted him as desperately as he wanted her was as heady a drug as any he'd ever sampled. She moved against him, breasts flattened against his chest, belly, and hips sliding against him, legs tightening, and he felt his orgasm-softened cock begin to harden against her stomach once more.

He pushed himself down her body, fingers sliding down her arms and lips sliding down her throat and then her chest. He dug his hands under her back, filling his palms with her flesh as he found her nipple with his lips. His mouth was greedy, hungry, demanding more as he licked and sucked. Teeth joined his lips, scraping the nipple and nipping the soft flesh around it. "Gods," he breathed, "you taste so fucking good..."

Quinn could have spent hours on her breasts alone, suckling and exploring them, learning their taste and their contours. But there was more he wanted. He pushed himself up on his forearms, crawling backwards, kissing his way over her stomach. His tongue circled her navel and then worked lower, over the planes of her hip and to the musky, damp curls between her thighs. He breathed on her slit and inhaled, drinking in the mingled musk of their shared orgasms, and then his lips traced her inner thigh. "Some men would find this distasteful," he murmured, lifting each of her legs in turn and hooking them over his shoulder. "They are fools."

His hands slid under her rear, lifting her hips and lower body off the ground, and his lips traced hers. His tongue brushed against her slit, and he moaned his pleasure into her cunt as he tasted his cum on her. Then he found his clit, sucking it gently between his lips and tugging and squeezing softly. "I want you to cum on my mouth," he whispered, breath hot against her. "I want to taste you as you cum for me, Kaydia." He looked up at her, meeting her eyes, and slowly licked her slit once more. "I want you mad for me, Kaydia." And then his open mouth was covering her cunt, his tongue thrusting deep into her velvet tunnel.

“Yes Quinn…” she moaned, running fingers through her hair as his mouth played as her slit. “Fuck me with your tongue.” She squirmed and bucked into his face as he filled her with his tongue.  Thighs tightened over his head as the pleasure grew, as his tongue caressed her soft inner walls.

“Yes!” She growled, lost against the feel of him inside her, surrendering to the rapture that threatened overwhelm, “More!” She pleaded, head thrown back and eyes closed. “More!” She demanded, squeezing him even tighter between her legs, not letting him up as nirvana gripped her and him. “More…” She sobbed, gasping as her complexion glowed pink.

She tasted amazing, and she sounded even better. The way his name dripped from her lips as she begged for him with her words and her body, drove him to new heights. His tongue delved deep into her velvet walls, exploring her depths as her thighs tightened around his skull until he became worried that he'd die from fucking her. But if you had to go, there were far worse ways...

“More.”

He grinned at her, reaching down between them as he did. His cock was hard in his grip, slick and sticky from their shared orgasms, and he rubbed the blunt head against her slit. "More of this?" he asked in a husky whisper, hand pumping his cock against her. "More of this thick cock, Kaydia?" He kissed her again, tongue probing her mouth as he masturbated against her. "That what you want, Kaydia?" he teased. "Want me to fuck you to another orgasm?"

“Yes,” She hissed, biting at his lips as he pulled away from the kiss.“Fuck me.”

Without warning he thrust himself deep into her, a shuddering groan escaping his lips as her heat surrounded him. He looked deep into her eyes, indeterminate blue-green meeting emerald green, and his jaw and back tensed with the strain of not simply fucking her with a mad fury. Biting his lip, he slowly withdrew until only his head parted her lips. "Beg me," he gasped.

He drove himself forward, his hips meeting hers with enough force to make the springs of the couch complain beneath them. Then he withdrew slowly once more, beads of sweat standing out at the effort of restraining himself. "Beg me to fuck you, Kaydia."

“Please?” She cooed, looking up at him with wide eyes.

Damn.

The way she said "please" in response to his demand, voice laced with innocence as she clenched down around him and held him in place, drove him wild. Right then he wanted to pound himself into her, only to discover that the smirking little minx was holding him fast. Finally, she relented, begging and demanding that he fuck her senseless while meeting every motion of his body with one of hers. Her legs flexed around his thighs, her fingernails made little stinging constellations of pain in his back, and her throaty demands were a razor slashing against his sanity.

His body arched into hers as he buried himself deep in her once more, and the force of the impact drove her back and shoulders up on to the arm if the couch. His arm muscles flexed as he moved within her, lifting her up and driving her deeper onto his cock. Blue-green eyes bored into her emerald eyes as he fucked her deep and hard, keeping himself buried to the hilt in her cunt as he moved her entire body with each thrust. "Fuck me, Kaydia," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper. "Use that sweet cunt of yours to get me off."

He leaned forward, hands sliding up to flatten her breasts as he kissed her, tongue moving in time with his thick cock. Then, without warning, he straightened up and grabbed her legs. Grinning, he shifted and hooked her ankles over his shoulders, moaning with pleasure as the changed angle let him drive himself deeper into her channel. "Fuck! So fucking good!" His hands gripped her hips, giving himself more leverage as he pounded himself deeper into her, balls slapping her ass with each stroke.

"So... close..." he managed through gritted teeth. "Cum...for me... Kaydia. Let... me hear.... you... cum..."

“Quinn, Quinn, Quinn…” She gasped and begged and repeated, his name bursting from her lips in time with his thrusts.

She looked so damn good, with her body arched and her breasts heaving and her eyes wild and unfocused as he plowed into her. So good, in fact, that he tried looking away in an effort to last longer. But his name dripped from her lips like honey as she begged him to fuck her, to keep fucking her, and her thighs were smooth against his stomach and fucking hell she felt amazing when she gripped his shaft with the silk-smooth walls of her sex and...

“Fuck...Quinn…Fuck me… QUINN!!!!” His name echoed throughout the apartment as her body tensed and clenched and shivered beneath him.

Head thrown back, eyes rolling back, back arched and mouth agape, her whole body seemed to scream her release as she bucked and writhed beneath him. "Kaydia," he moaned, hands sliding over her as he leaned into her, his cock still moving within her pulsing walls. "Kaydia... yes... Kaydia... god... yes... fuck... " He no longer understood the words he was saying. They were just sounds, noises of pleasure he uttered as he felt his shaft harden still more and... and...

"KAYDIA!" he roared, her name echoing from the walls as his climax tore through him. For an instant his whole body went rigid as the first jet of semen pulsed into her, and then his hips rocked into her as he gasped and moaned and shivered with the force of his orgasm.

Finally, spent, he weakly rubbed his cheek against her calf and kissed the inside of her knee. "I think," he gasped with a grin, "that you may be the death of me. I don't know if I can survive another orgasm like that." Gently disentangling her legs, he slumped down against her. His fingers combed through her sweat-damp hair as he lazily kissed her.

“If you can keep up this performance, I won’t have to kill you,” she teased, nibbling on his lip.

“I'm willing to try." He smothered a yawn. "For science."

“Are you sure you are up to it?” She asked, running soft fingers down his body until she found his relaxing cock. “I fear I may have drained you far too much as it were. I really should tend to you, this time.”  With one more deep, hard kiss from his lips, parting with a wet plop before she slid off the couch and onto her knees. She sat him up a bit and positioned herself between his legs.

“Hmmm,” Closing her eyes and breathing deep, she took in their scent, mixed and combined upon him. It was pure lust and desire and flooded her brain with need.  “I like smelling myself on you.” Pink tongue darted out from between her plump lips, moving along his pulsing length, “I like tasting myself on you even more.”

With that she swallowed the head, tongue teasing the ridge of his head until she savored the salty musk of their combined pleasure. One hand moved up his chest, to caress the muscles as he breathed and bucked against her mouth. The hand other cradled his balls, gently massaging and stimulating them. Slick from her climax, her mouth, her lips moved easily down his shaft, and she moaned as it rubbed inside her cheeks and along her tongue. She swallowed him until he was nice and hard, before pulling back some.

Quinn's breath shortened and quickened as Kaydia's mouth closed around his softened cock. He leaned back, letting the cushions of the couch support him as he lost himself in the feel of her lips and tongue caressing his length, and her hands cupping and caressing him. It was hypnotic, watching her head move and her jade eyes watching him as she sucked and savored him. Soon, to his surprise and delight, he found himself hardening again.

“Now you have a choice to make. Do you want to fuck my wet cunt again? Or do you want to shoot this last load down my throat? Are you going to sit there and take my mouth fucking your cock, or are you going to force me to take you again?” Her tongue slid along the bulge underneath his shaft, and soft moist lips trailed along his veins. “You are going to have to take what you want Quinn, or I will take it from you.” And with that, she swallowed his cock once more.

His expression slowly grew to match hers as she presented her playful ultimatums: take her and use her, or she would surely take him and use him. Considering his options, he slowly licked his lips. Either way, he won.

His smile turned wicked. He was pretty sure he knew what she wanted...

Quinn's hands fisted in Kaydia's hair as she swallowed his cock. "That's it," he snarled, using his grip to make her mouth bob up and down his length. "Take that dick, Kaydia." He bucked his hips forward, fucking her mouth, letting the blunt head if his cock hit the back of her throat with each thrust. "I'm gonna use your mouth like a second cunt," he growled. His fists tightened in her hair, pulling it tight against her scalp. "Gonna pump my cum down your throat, Kaydia! And you better swallow every drop, or I'll turn you over my knee and spank that fine ass as red as your hair!"

There was a moment in which he was suddenly nervous that he'd gone too far. That, despite the lust and desire he could feel rolling off of her, his aggressive play had been too much. The slight, sharp taste of her primal gut reaction slapped at his mind, stinging. But then she embraced it, attending to his cock like a devotee to her idol, worshipping it. Worshipping him. And he could see the pleasure in the faintly unfocused look in her eyes as she stared back at him, watching him as he used her mouth for his pleasure.

Quinn moaned, letting the sound of his pleasure fill the apartment. Feeling his orgasm beginning to build - stunned that he was approaching his third of the night - he attempted to draw matters by leaning back. But Kaydia seemed to pounce as he did, her lips on his shaft maintaining the same pace, her hands like fire on his skin. Almost involuntarily his hips rose to meet her, offering her more of his meat. She accepted the offer, devouring him, sending pleasure dancing along his nerves.

"Close... " he groaned. "Such a good mouth, Kaydia. Ah! So... close..." He felt himself growing harder, felt himself throb against her lips. He licked his lips, watching her green eyes as she sucked at him, and he smiled. "So... will I have... to punish... you?" His back arched again, and his fists tightened in her hair once more. "KAYDIA!"

His third orgasm of the night was almost painful in its intensity, and Kaydia used her lips and tongue to drag it out. He moaned helplessly as she swallowed every drop he gave her before licking him clean. By the end, his muscles felt like jelly, and all he could do was slump back against the couch and gasp for breath. It had been a long time - too long - since he'd felt like this. Since he'd been desired like this.

Slowly, seeming every bit as shaky and exhausted as he felt, Kaydia crawled up onto the couch and snuggled in against him. His arms went around her, holding her close. He listened to her breathing, feeling the stirring of some deep and unexpected emotion he wasn't quite prepared to name.

"Still breathing? Or do I have to add you to my list of casualties?"

"Yes," he responded, holding her closer and grinning stupidly. He felt like he should say something more, but wasn't sure what. And he didn't want to spoil the moment.

"Did you want to stay the rest of the night? Plenty of room in my bed," she offered. Or tempted.

"Yeah." He smiled. "I'd like that." Shakily, he stood up. Then he scooped her up, enjoying her small sound of surprise as he took her in his arms and made his careful way to the low, large bed in the room. It took all his willpower to lay her down gently rather than drop her --he really was quite exhausted-- but his reward was to crawl in after her and snuggle in against her, enjoying her warmth and softness and their mingled scents. "G'night, Kaydia," he murmured through a jaw-cracking yawn before kissing her gently. "I..."

Whatever he was going to say was lost, however, as he yawned again. And then his eyes closed, and within moments he was fast asleep.