<Dawn> ::grins at Bienca:: I'll give you something to talk about, hon.

<Bienca> ::grins:: In public, dear one?

<Dawn> ::pointing:: There's a convenient bush right there...

<Bienca> ::laughs:: And you complain that *I* never get enough...

<Dawn> ::looks surprised:: Complain? Who complained?

<Bienca> ::leaning down to kiss him:: No one, usually.

<Dawn> ::returns the kiss, sliding his hands gently over her back and sides:: Mm. Not me, certainly...

<Bienca> ::sitting down and leaning her elbow against one knee:: Feeling better, then, my dear?

<Dawn> ::drops to a crouch beside her:: Somewhat, at least... I could ask you the same thing.

<Bienca> ::shaking her head slightly:: I don't know...

<Dawn> ::strokes her arm comfortingly:: She'll heal.

<Bienca> ::raising an eyebrow:: I hope so... I don't know that *I*'ll be able to close my eyes without seeing it again, I can't imagine how she must feel.

<Dawn> ::shivers slightly:: I've seen just about the worst, I think, that men have to offer. Lived through some of it. I don't want to know how much worse demons can make it.

<Bienca> ::touches his cheek lightly, her eyes sympathetic::

<Dawn> ::takes her hand and kisses her knuckles lightly:: I healed, Bienca. And with no more help than Dusk's sympathy. Sylvie's got all of us. And Michelle has some sort of... healing power, I think... Sylvie's got a good chance of pulling through it, faster and cleaner than we could wish, even. ::he offers her a worried smile::

<Bienca> ::tracing her finger over Dawn's neck:: With less scars than we, I hope.

<Dawn> ::flexes his right hand a little self-consciously, then tips his head to stretch out his neck a little:: I hope so, too. Poor Sylvie...

<Bienca> ::leaning foward, she kisses his neck, running her tongue lightly around the skin just under his ear::

<Dawn> ::leans in to kiss her neck where it meets her shoulder, his tongue caressing the hollow at her collarbone::

<Bienca> ::leans her head back, the beads in her braids rattling together:: If she can remember how *good* that can feel, she'll come back to us.

<Dawn> ::trails kissses around to the front of her neck, nibbling lightly:: Aye... It was the hardest and most effective part of my own healing, I admit... ::he grins at her:: But see how well I learned? ::he kisses her lips::

<Bienca> ::opens her mouth to eagerly devour his, then breaks off, grinning at him:: Very well... perhaps you don't need any more practice... ::she licks her lips::

<Dawn> ::chuckles:: You're not a very good bluffer, dear. You like kissing too much to cut me off. ::he kisses her again, his tongue teasing hers::

<Bienca> ::surrendering to his embrace:: I'm a thief, not a liar... ::she runs one hand down his chest::

<Dawn> ::grins and trails kisses up her jaw to nibble carefully on the edges of her ear:: Thieves always have the nicest fingers...

<Bienca> ::sighing as a delicate shudder runs up her spine:: Hazzards of the profession... ::she leans down, capturing his mouth with her own again::

<Dawn> ::returns her kiss hungrily, his hands caressing her shoulders and arms::

<Bienca> ::rests her hand on his hip, her fingers absently twitching his shirt tail out, running over the skin of his side::

<Dawn> ::jumps very slightly as Bienca's fingers touch his skin, then grins ruefully:: Going to steal my shirt?

<Bienca> ::sliding her hand around the waistband of his trousers, pulling the shirt out:: Right off your back... ::she leans down, kissing the soft skin just over his hip::

<Dawn> Mm... ::he caresses the back of her neck briefly, then follows the edge of her collar around to her throat and untying the laces of her shirt deftly, if not as sneakily:: Seems only fair if I take yours, then, eh?

<Bienca> ::as she pulls the front of his shirt free from his trousers, she lets her hand drift lazily over the front of his trousers before pulling his shirt over his head:: Fair? Who's trying to be fair here?

<Dawn> ::hisses briefly, then obligingly lifts his arms as she pulls his shirt off:: Oh, well, if that's how it is... ::he leans forward to kiss her, pulling her shirt loose as his tongue fences with hers::

<Bienca> ::running her fingernails lightly up his back:: As long as I'm winning, everything's fair...

<Dawn> ::shivers and grins:: I wasn't aware we were keeping score, dear... ::he pulls her shirt over her head, twisting it at the last minute to tangle her forearms in it. He grins and leans over to flicker his tongue across a nipple, using his grip on her shirt to hold her arms::

<Bienca> ::gasps, mock struggling against his hold:: Cheater...

<Dawn> ::chuckles:: Who's trying to be fair? ::he suckles gently at her other nipple::

<Bienca> ::her nipples harden, her coffee-colored skin breaking out into gooseflesh:: You are *not* nice... ::she laughs, then gasps again as he flicks his tongue over her nipple::

<Dawn> ::grins:: Aye. Ask anyone; I'm a bastard. ::he trails his lips over the soft flesh under her breasts, alternately licking and nibbling::

<Bienca> ::laying back, her arms still tangled in her sleeves:: Well, you've quite battered ::she takes a deep breath:: down my defenses...

<Dawn> Well, in that case... ::he releases his hold in order to slide further down, kissing her stomach and sides as he unties her breeches::

<Bienca> ::kicking her boots off idly, untangling herself from he sleeves at the same time::

<Dawn> ::trails his lips and tongue over her stomach as he carefully pulls her breeches over her hips::

<Bienca> ::twining her fingers in his hair:: You have the nicest hair, my dear...

<Dawn> ::laughs softly:: It tangles and looks like a mouse-house if so much as a stiff breeze raises. I like your braids. ::he kisses her inner thigh, working his way slowly up::

<Bienca> I thought I was going to die from the indecency the first time I saw your people... leaving your hair down like that for just everyone to see... ::shifts slightly, hooking one long leg over his shoulder::

<Dawn> ::laughs briefly, surprised:: Really? ::his lifts his head long enough to look at her appraisingly, obviously wondering what she'd look like with her braids undone::

<Bienca> ::grinning at him:: You wouldn't want that, dear one. You'd never be rid of me... ::she pulls her fingers through his curls again::

<Dawn> ::he chuckles, then sighs in pleasure as she combs through his hair. He drops his head and lightly kisses the mound of dark curls between her legs, letting his tongue flicker across her clit.::

<Bienca> ::shuddering, she props herself up on one elbow, running her bare foot up his hip::

<Dawn> ::licks and nibbles more firmly, one hand sliding up her side to caress her breast again::

<Bienca> ::sliding her foot down, just brushing over the front of his pants again before running her toes down the inside of his thigh::

<Dawn> ::breaks off with a faint gasp and grins at her:: Can you open locks with your toes, too?

<Bienca> ::laughs, pressing the top of her foot firmly against his balls, not enough to hurt, but enough to get his attention:: That would be telling...

<Dawn> ::laughs:: Aye... ::he glances down at her foot:: 'S a little higher than that, dear...

<Bienca> ::grins:: Is it now? ::moving her leg, she runs her calf down his length, nudging him gently::

<Dawn> ::laughs hoarsely:: I do believe you're winning again... ::he sits back and swiftly shucks off his pants, impatiently kicking off his boots::

<Bienca> ::turning around gracefully, she grins, leaning her head down to lightly lick up the length of his cock:: Oh good. ::she laughs throatily:: I just *adore* winning... ::takes the head of his cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it::

<Dawn> ::groans softly and leans back:: Okay. You win.

<Bienca> ::leaning down on him, she presses her full breasts around the length of his cock, still teasing the head with her tongue:: Victory! How sweet...

<Dawn> ::laughs hoarsely again:: Runner's up prize is worth the entry fee...

<Bienca> ::snickers, then throws one leg over him, impaling herself on his cock:: Well, have to encourage you to keep competing, don't I?

<Dawn> ::gasps again as she seats herself, then props himself up on one elbow:: Encourage away, darling. ::he kisses her breasts, his tongue flickering over her nipples::

<Bienca> ::rocking herself on his hips, she leans backwards, resting her hands on the floor::

<Dawn> ::props up on both elbows, his head back and eyes closed as he lifts his hips against hers::

<Bienca> ::groans deep in her throat, moving forward again and pressing against his chest::

<Dawn> ::lays flat again, wrapping his arms around her waist as he thrusts upward into her::

<Bienca> ::crying out softly, she kisses his neck, biting down on his shoulder as she climaxes::

<Dawn> ::grunts as she bites him, then shudders as his own climax rips through him, his arms pulling her almost crushingly tight for a few seconds::

<Dawn> ::gasping:: Are you sure you won? That really felt like winning to me. ::he pries open one eye and grins at her::

<Bienca> ::resting her head against his shoulder:: Tie game?

<Dawn> ::laughs breathlessly:: Sure...

<Bienca> ::contendedly:: Good... we'll have to have a rematch, then.

<Dawn> ::grins, stroking her back idly:: You're going to kill me, woman.