The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

Return? Wasn't he a bedwarmer? No matter, her sleepy brain concludes. "I'm glad."

[Zevran]

A warm chuckle tickles the back of her neck and she's gently pulled partially atop him. A moment later, a thin cotton sheet is draped over the pair, earning a murmured thanks. "I think you have a wonderful idea," Zevran whispers, drowsy himself. Closing his eyes, he makes a minute adjustment to the shifted bunched up around her stomach and settles in against her. This is... really nice. I've missed this so much. A part of him wonders how he's gotten here with her so swiftly. A part of him fears how he's gotten here so swifty. But most of him just... enjoys being there.

[Shisou]

There's nothing quite like a good date. It was only a picnic, but Shisou and Zevran spent hours talking, flirting, getting to know each other. On their way back, a thunderstorm had opened up on top of them, drenching them to the bone -- and sending both of them toward the baths to get warm before they dry off. Shisou isn't sure Zevran's thinking the same thing he is: baths, naked, fun time? So he flirts as they walk, holding hands and giggling, giddy and excited for the potential of seeing his new boyfriend naked. 

Only, as it turns out, they're not the only pair to think of such things. As they push the door open, one of the three huge tubs is already filled, and Nox and Lux are inside, giggling as they play under the bubbles. They spring apart as they become aware of the two entering, turning to see who it is and relaxing guilty when they realize it's not Nathaniel. 

[Zevran]

Zevran moves to stand just behind Shisou, arms wrapping around the shorter husband and head resting on his shoulder. "I see you were not misleading me when you mentioned that the baths are pleasantly hot," Zevran murmurs, though he pitches his voice just loud enough for the twins to hear. Said males, in turn, exchange another glance, but don't respond just yet, still waiting to see where this is going.

[Shisou]

Shisou blushes, looking at the twins with clear longing before tearing his glance back away, tilting his head back to try and look at Zevran. "W-w-w-w-e c-c-c-c-c-c--ccould c-c-c-c-c-c-ome b-b-b-b-b-ack l-l-l-l-l-att--t-t-t-er or.... s-s-s-s-s-tay?"

[Zevran]

"Shisou, my sweet," Zevran says patiently, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I am cold, damp and just a trifle sweaty; I see absolutely no reason to abandon our plans of bathing and making out together." He hums thoughtfully. "Well, that was my plan anyway, I suppose you might have had another?"

[Shisou]

Shisou perks up a little. "Y-y-y-y-y-y-yes!" he replies, moving to kiss Zevran briefly on the lips. 

[Zevran]

Zevran pulls a dramatic pout and heaves a sigh. "Fine, well then, I suppose I can listen to your idea," he teases the youngest husband mournfully, then wags a finger at him. "But I make no promise that I shall not lose myself in your eyes and simply kiss you."

[Shisou]

He flushes a little more. "N-n-n-no, I m-m-m-meant, y-y-y-y-es t-t-to m-m-m-m-mak-k-king o-o-o-o-out."

[Zevran]

"Ahhhh," Zevran says with a nod. "That makes," kiss, "sense. As apology, allow me to..." With swift, practiced ease, the merikos drow begins to peel Shisou's clothing off.

[Shisou]

Shisou wriggles, stealing little kisses any time a bit of Zevran's body comes near his mouth. Soon enoug, he's out of his damp clothes; instead of heading for the tub, he reaches for Zevran's top, intending to add his clothing to the soggy pile. 

[Zevran]

But he steps back, offering a mock scowl. "Now now, it would hardly remain an apology if I allow you to do the same to me, mmh?" He winks broadly, making a shooing gesture towards one of the free tubs. "Sit, soak, warm up." His scowl morphs to a sultry smirk as he runs his hands down his sides, fingers flirting with the hems. "I will... take care of my clothing appropriately."

[Shisou]

Shisou casts one more glance towards the Twins before moving to an empty tub, kneeling to twist the knobs and fill it with magically hot water. 

[Nox]

Nox raises his eyebrows questioningly, but otherwise the Twins continue to pretend to be utterly distracted by washing their hair. It's almost amusing, how easily they make it a production justifiable as a distraction; especially as Shisou is aware that it's not entirely faked, given how out of practice they are at washing their own hair. 

[Shisou]

And so he turns his attention back to Zevran, slipping into the tub as it fills and adding some oils to make it smell of jasmine and oranges.