Like most Japanese men, Ken, that was the name he gave her, was short and lean. He was waiting in the bar for her, and together they rode the elevator...up to a room he had previously taken. He helped her with her coat, and then ran his hands up and down the sides of her body, pausing to feel the swell of her hips. She turned away from him and asked him, “Be a doll, hon, and help me with my zipper!” With a steady hand he pulled it down, kissing her on her bare shoulder, and sliding the sequined. And Jack couldn’t blame them. And he couldn’t understand why anyone would. Hell, with the fucked up world they lived in, Kindred, Begotten, Uratha, they all in the shadows so the near eight billion humans didn’t discover them and annihilate them. Yeah, some harmless sex wasn’t just acceptable, it was encouraged.Athalia kept watching, and he took a few peeks at her as she did. Girl could hate them for what Viktor did to her, what the Uratha did to her, all she wanted, but he could tell there was. "Maybe she can be our Endo test. Just give it a minute." No ... It's been eight fuckin' years..." rasped Nailer, our wilderness-survival expert. " I won't ... won't..." he never finished his sentence. He didn't really need to; we all knew – and felt what he did. Having to perform a biochemical test to know if was safe to feel the sunshine on your face ... Never feeling the wind in your hair. It wouldn't take much of an excuse to say 'to hell with all the precautions'. Like Nailer did.It took a. I've got work in the morning."Clover laughed. "I seem to remember both of us losing a lot of sleep over nothing more than our own pleasure from time to time."Rose opened her eyes. "I didn't mean you. I like you, Clover. Even your distinct lack of a cock, hard or otherwise, isn't enough to keep me away."Clover laughed, leaned down, and kissed Rose deeply. "You do say the sweetest things."After the bath, Rose lay on Clover's bed while the other slave blew out her hair and plaited it. Rose wasn't.