You look like you've been rolling around in a battlefield."I looked up at Alistair and realised his face and neck were covered in dried blood; reachin... up, I recalled that so was I. My hair was crusted with it, and I was suddenly thoroughly disgusted. His expression mirrored my feelings, and after grabbing soap we headed down to the stream hand-in-hand, barely able to see in the last light of dusk. I knelt on the bank, carefully using a cloth to wash my face and neck. Alistair just waded right. Scarlett examined things critically, “Hmmmnm. Tidy. Neat.” She sniffed, “Smells like a French whore house. I can only imagine the small orgies that the five of you have in here every night.” She gave a theatrical sigh.“Mom, the five of us don’t fuck each other EVERY night.”“Oh, what do you do?”Rose grinned broadly and decided to tough out the discussion. “We OFTEN have guests, and if we do, usually one or two of us are up around the Circle of homes in someone’s bed fucking merrily away.”She. Since she broke up with Damon, her long-term boyfriend, and moved into the cozy apartment she now called home, her social life had become practically non-existent. She loved not having to plan activities or dance to other people’s dictates. She had yet to become bored and missed nothing of her previous life, with the possible exception of the intimacy her randy ex was always ready for. Dreamily, her thoughts drifted to the enjoyment her body could provide—it was the main reason she had moved in. “I’m not single.” “I know.” You say and replace one hand on my leg, placing it a bit higher, and the other goes to the small of my back, your thumb sliding under the hem of my shirt. I finish my pint and signal the barkeep for another. Your thumb is gently stroking the smooth skin of my back and I’m trying my damnedest to not quake all over. I turn to look at you, and as I do the hand on my leg slides a little higher. “I can’t.” I protest. “You sure?” you dip your head and press a kiss against.