Ivy releases a sigh of relief when she hears Leila’s voice. She smiles, still working. “Hey Leila, my gods you worried me. I thought I’d have to drop kick or something. Could you please help bringing in the produce? I would but I’m tied down here.”

Winter snarls playfully through her soft moan, trying to divert attention away from it. She shakes him off, and twists to bite him back.