Why would she ask that? Grant started thinking about it for a few seconds, his only sound being his quickened breath. He wanted to answer, though he was halfway between giving into his lust and the other half wondering if it was a good idea or not. He hadn't been thinking, and now that he was back to it, he was slightly concerned by her question. Was that her intention? It was nice, but that wasn't what he thought they were doing. They. Him [i]and[/i] her. Not just her. Not just him. Them. He broke his lips away from her chest for a moment, looking right at her.

"[b]It's not about me. It's about us.[/b]" He responded.

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As Emiri felt Jaakuna on her shoulder, she wished she could just relax. Of course her dumb brain wouldn't let her, not even for a second. Once they were rested, they would be off again. Zodiark had given them three days and she didn't want to find out what would happen afterwards. Losing just wasn't an option for her. She let out a small, somewhat relaxed sigh, though she did lean her head on Jaakuna's. His blonde hair lightly stuck to her neck, though her own hair was probably a mess too. But this was the moment that she wanted. These were the times when they didn't have to worry about everything, right? "[b]This is probably the last chance we'll have to just relax like this.[/b]" Emiri found herself saying out of nowhere. "[b]I wonder...when it's all over, what will happen with...us?[/b]" She asked him quietly. "[b]You're on good terms with your family again...will you return to Archadia?[/b]"

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Whatever she had done to deserve Wesley, she was highly glad for it. Nadeline would make it a point to always do good, to always stay by him, because by the gods themselves no one had ever made her feel both secured and vulnerable at the same time. Each of his actions would earn a moan from her lips, though she found herself biting down on her lower one. It was odd, not being the one in control, but she loved his touch and everything that came with it. She found herself panting lightly from her desire for him. She would say his name laced with pure pleasure, finding it to be a mantra of hers.