His body, her body — both embraced with each other. His hand hooked her leg, her arms wrapped around his body and his lips kissed her neck. Each second that passed, the kissing would get deeper, the passion more intense. Even as the steam from the hot water would cloud the clear glass doors, so would the sexual desire within them. Jaakuna would lift her up this time by gripping her hips with both of his arms. The manly strength of his essence would flow through her feminine lady charm. His lips would dig deeper and lower on her body as he would still hold her up. Each kiss would result in him repeating her name in pure lust. 

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The breakfast was quiet, awkward, and just about everything that Wesley would have expected it to be. From the very unfavorable meeting that Grant and Savayna had to the yelling and screaming that followed, Wesley was actually surprised that they would be able to stay in the same room without ripping each other’s face off. Still, the silence was better than that. Savayna quietly ate her food, but the conversation between Grant and Nadeline would soon break the silence. Both Wesley and Savayna would look over to Grant and Nadeline respectively. The two of them went back and forth about how neither of them could cook, but Grant seemed to know the basics.

Savayna would jump in this. [b]“Well, looky here, you can’t cook, Pussy-Grant? I guess not a real man then.” [/b]She laughed.

Wesley’s eyes widened and mouth dropped. He couldn’t’ believe what he was hearing. A little part in him was laughing, but he couldn’t do that now could he? He IS a gentleman, after all. Wesley would just ignore what Savayna said and hew would, as Grant and Nadeline had pointed out, Jaakuna and Emiri were once again gone. He didn’t want a repeat of yesterday, so Wesley would just wait for them to come down instead of all of them barging in on them again.