<Loria> ::leans over and kisses him firmly::

<Kevil> ::returns the kiss, with interest:: Should you not first dispose of Brother Rook, n'shava..?

<Loria> ::blushing:: Oh... I almost forgot.

* Kevil grins and goes into the kitchen to tell Ree to heat the water for Loria's bath.

<Loria> ::speaking urgently to Rook, she sends him out of the house. The moment the door closes behind him, she sighs with relief::

* Kevil comes back out of the kitchen with a smile. "Gone?"

<Loria> Gone! ::she whoops, jumping up and down for a moment in a very undignified fashion::

* Kevil laughs, watching her. "M'lady's bath is prepared."

<Loria> ::peeling her priest robes up over her head:: Ah, good...

<Kevil> ::watching her with obvious admiration:: You *have* been waiting for your chance.

<Loria> ::smiles invitingly:: Join me, my heart?

<Kevil> ::grins:: I was hoping to... ::he gestures her toward the bathing room, then starts unlacing his shirt as he follows::

<Loria> :;dropping her underthings on the floor:: Oh, good.

* Kevil grins and drops onto the bench in the bathing room to remove his boots.

* Loria slips into the warm water, sighing with contentment, leaning her head back. "Ah... luxury."

<Kevil> ::pulls off his clothes and drops them into a heap, climbing into the tub with her, sighing happily as the warm water closes around him:: Quite hedonistic... ::he picks up the soap:: Wash your back?

<Loria> ::pulling her wet hair into a pile on top of her head:: Oh, certainly... ::she winks at him:: Front too, if you want.

<Kevil> ::grins:: First things first... ::he carefully lathers her back, sliding his hands over her smooth skin, massaging gently::

* Loria sighs with exaggerated pleasure, leaning into his hands.

* Kevil reaches around, carefully soaping her arms and shoulders.

* Loria turns her face towards him, looking over her shoulder. With a grin, she leans back some, kissing the tip of his nose.

* Kevil leans forward over her shoulder to kiss her lips gently, running his hands down over her sides and stomach.

<Loria> ::shivers slightly::

<Kevil> ::carefully cups her breasts, bending his head to kiss her neck::

<Loria> ::inhales deeply, arching her back, pressing into his hands::

<Kevil> ::his thumbs trace slow circles around her nipples as his lips brush the skin behind her ear:: ...I love you...

<Loria> ::reaching down, she runs one hand lightly over his thigh:: I love you, too.

* Kevil slides one hand down over her stomach and then her thigh, moving slowly through the warm water.

<Loria> ::leans back, pressing against him:: Hmmmm...

<Kevil> ::His lips at the join of her neck and shoulder, his hand slides back up her thigh, slipping between her legs::

<Loria> ::shivers, moaning aloud:: Oh... Kevil...

<Kevil> ::whispering:: Loria... ::he presses his fingers against her clit:: Nis shavalin, Loria... ::he nips lightly at her earlobe::

* Loria shudders, reaching behind her, her fingers lightly brushing against his stiffening cock.

<Kevil> ::shivers slightly:: Ah, n'shava... ::he continues, the hand at her breast matching and alternating rhythms with the one between her legs::

<Loria> ::turns slightly, wrapping her hand around his cock:: I don't know that I'm getting very clean he-ah!... here...

<Kevil> ::chuckles throatily:: We can take an-NN-other bath, n'shava... ::he slips two fingers inside her, pressing up and forward as his thumb continues to massage her clit::

<Loria> ::turns completely around, kneeling in front of him:: Well... yes... ::she kisses him, her mouth hungry over his::

* Kevil meets her kiss just as hungrily, wrapping both arms around her and lifting her, settling her firmly onto his erection.

<Loria> ::cries out, leaning her head back as she slides onto him::

* Kevil gasps. "Oh, Lori-love..." He ducks his head, his teeth lightly grazing her nipple before he suckles.

<Loria> ::wrapping her legs around his hips, she runs her fingers through his damp curls, holding his head to her breast::

<Kevil> ::The water impedes strong thrusting, and so Kevil moves slowly, almost lazily, though his lips and tongue at her breast are urgent.::

<Loria> ::gasping, she grasps his shoulders in an almost painful grip:: Oh, love... oh!

<Kevil> ::moans softly, his arms tightening around her waist, pulling her even closer::

<Loria> ::shudders all over, pressing her mouth against his neck::

* Kevil pushes into her again, and then again harder, sloshing water out of the tub and onto the floor with a shuddering moan. "L-loria... n'shava..." He pulls her close, shuddering again as he buries his face against her neck.

<Loria> ::panting, she clings to him:: My dear... I love you, so much.

* Kevil lifts his head to look at her, breathing hard as he brushes the hair from her face. "I love you, too... He smiles, and kisses her tenderly.

<Loria> ::grinning, she slides off him, moving to the other side of the tub and grabbing a washcloth, wiping her face:: This is a good thing.

<Kevil> ::laughs, leaning back in the tub and splashing water over his face:: Yes... ::he grins:: We should have Brother Rook leave more often.

<Loria> ::snorts:: He can just stay *gone*.

<Kevil> ::laughs again, groping for the forgotten soap:: I would not object...

<Loria> I'm sorry, my love... I'm just... not very comfortable, knowing he's just outside the door. ::she shudders, leaning back to re-wet her hair::

<Kevil> ::nods:: Va. ::he smiles faintly:: Imagine only how horrible it would be if I *lost* the nightly argument? ::he ducks under the water to rinse his hair and comes back up sputtering faintly::

<Loria> ::shampooing her hair:: Thanks... I could have lived *without* thinking about that.

<Kevil> ::chuckles:: Well, we have a short time, at least, without having to worry...

<Loria> ::firmly:: As soon as these demons are gone... out he goes!

<Kevil> I could not agree more. ::he puts the soap back in its dish and climbs out of the tub, reaching for a towel.::

<Loria> ::rinsing her hair:: So good to be in accord. Now, if we can just talk the Blessed Mother into... I don't know, sending him home to Khymrych or something...

<Kevil> ::wraps the towel around his hips, then picks up another, holding it open for Loria:: I am certain she has some plan for him... ::he grins:: If only it could be... accelerated.

<Loria> ::stepping out of the tub, the water sheeting down her body:: Heh... I'd almost be willing to go home again, just to see the looks...

<Kevil> ::laughs:: And endure Brother Rook's hovering for that much longer? ::shakes his head as he wraps the towel around her and kisses her shoulder:: I will wait and see the dismay described later.

<Loria> ::grins up at him:: At least we won't have to take him to Alanis with us.

<Kevil> ::shudders in mock-horror:: No... Lady's blessing, we will not cart him with us there. ::grins faintly:: Though that, too, might be distress worth watching - on *him* this time, however...

<Loria> ::stretching her legs out:: Well... maybe one of the Alani ladies would be less discriminating... he might improve some if he got bedded... ::she colors::

<Kevil> ::snorts:: He can be *bedded* here. We call them "brothels"...

<Loria> ::laughs:: Like that... ::blushes harder:: Sir Mace's friend?

<Kevil> ::laughs, wrapping an arm around her and leading her back toward their bedroom:: Who, Bienca? I do not believe she is a whore... Free with her affections, perhaps, but no whore.

<Loria> ::laughs:: No, I meant... the woman who called the coach... I forgot her name. The one who was walking around in her underwear.

<Kevil> Oh, *her*. ::grins wider:: Yes. Definitely a whore, and an expensive one, at that.

<Loria> ::curiously, heading into the bedroom:: What makes one more expensive than another?

<Kevil> Oh, any number of things can raise the price... A pretty face, or an unusual one. Level of skill pays a large part. Enthusiasm... ::he shrugs and smiles faintly:: It is not a thing I have studied closely, you understand.

<Loria> ::laughs:: Well, of course not... with your pretty face, I daresay you've seldom had to *pay* for company.

<Kevil> ::laughs as he picks up a comb and begins to tug at his damp curls:: Not often, no...