OOM: Business ventures.

[yosafbridge]

Saffron's room, for the most part, remains exactly the same as when she'd been in it last - apart from a few newly acquired trophies (paid for by a portion of the sum her job with Ben Wade had gotten her).

She takes a moment to arrange for some food and wine to be sent up in about an hour or so, then proceeds to make herself comfortable in the sitting area - removing her boots, pulling out the pin that holds the majority of her red curls up and away from her neck, and stretching out on one of the luxuriously stuffed couches.

"Is there anything I can get you two?" she asks, rolling over onto her stomach, her feet dangling in the air as she sizes up the two men.

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[morethanprops]

Moist laughs against her lips and moves one hand up her side to caress her breast as the other reaches out to squeeze first her hip and then Urq's knee,

"That makes you so reliable, Urquhart."

[yosafbridge]

She releases another pleased shiver, turning to press her lips against Urquhart's jawline, then the column of his throat, nudging aside his long hair to do so, arching her back to thrust her chest forward toward Moist's hands.

"You, my xiōngcán shāshŏu*, will be the brute strength of the operation."


*ruthless killer

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart tilts his head a little, to allow her better access, and sighs contentedly.

"Any operation needs that," he says. "Just so you know you can, if you need to."

His skills aren't just brute. They can be stealthy, sneaky, or eerily silent. But always to do with maiming and killing.

She is speaking Chinese. When she does that, she's pleased.

[morethanprops]

"A deadly reserve,"

His hand moves over her breast, finding all those spots that she likes as he kisses up her neck.

[yosafbridge]

She leans back on Urquhart, using the impressive width of his chest for support, her fingertips lightly caressing his cheekbone as she turns her head, unconsciously exposing more of her neck to Moist's lips.

One strap of her dress slowly slides down her shoulder.

"But perhaps a necessary one."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart bends to kiss her skin where the strap has slid down, his hand gliding towards her hip.

"If all I do," he says, "is carry the heaviest bags when we make our escape, it's all for the best. But if you need me, and I'll be there right where you need me, that's almost as good."

[morethanprops]

As her dress falls, Moist gently tweaks and circles her nipple as he nips her ear,

"You do know how to inspire such dedication, Saffron."

[yosafbridge]

Her dress halts in its descent, resting on curved hips, and she does her best to press simultaneously into tweaking fingers and teasing lips.

"Years of practice."

[scots_wolf]

From her hips, Urquhart's hand wanders down to her knee. From there, it slowly wanders up again, on the inside of her thigh.

"We, however," he murmurs, against her neck, "are on your side anyway."

[morethanprops]

"Lucky us,"

Moist's words are slightly lost as he starts kissing her other breast as his fingers gently play over her skin.

[yosafbridge]

With a sigh, her head tips back onto Urquhart's shoulder, strands of her red hair sliding through his longer, lighter ones. Her fingers curl against the back of Moist's neck, sliding up into his hair and gripping.

"Lucky me," she amends. "A girl can never have too many allies in this place."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart chuckles.

"For this job, I hope the two of us will be enough," he says.

His hand slides higher, slowing down as if on purpose.

Teasing her.

[morethanprops]

He makes a happy sound into her skin and kisses her breast as his other hand makes slow and light circles,

"I know we'll find a way."

[yosafbridge]

Urquhart's hand elicits a gasp, Moist's mouth produces a whimper, and between the two of them, she's grinning. She grinds back against Urquhart and pulls Moist up against her, effectively sandwiching herself in the middle.

"You each have your own unique talents, strengths. I plan to use as many of them as I can to our advantage."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart bends forward to kiss her. "You know us well," he says. "You'll know where to put us for maximum effect."

His hand reaches its destination between her legs, and tentatively dips in.

[morethanprops]

Now Moist does laugh against her skin as he kisses and nips her breast, enjoying being pushed up against her,

"Yes, do tell us."

[yosafbridge]

Her eyes drift shut, a breathless whimper lingering on her lips when Urquhart's hand makes its way between her legs.

"Every single idea I'm considering at the moment involves the two of you with considerably less clothing on."

[scots_wolf]

"For that, we'd have to let go of you for a moment," Urquhart points out. "Can you bear that?"

For a moment, he wonders whether Moist will by shy in front of him.

He knows he himself won't be, despite what Finvarra had done to him.

[morethanprops]

"I think a minimum of letting go is all that's needed,"

His mouth doesn't move as Moist undoes his tie and unbuttons his shirt tossing them on the floor,

"Though I'm not sure the best way to get my pants off without some help."

[yosafbridge]

"I think I can handle it as long as you return to me eventually," she murmurs, grabbing hold of her dress and shoving it down over her hips, stepping out of it as it drops to the floor.

The bed rests just beyond, through sheer curtains, and she nudges them aside to climb onto the mattress, bare and waiting, propping herself up on her elbows.

"I hope you two like each other enough," Saffron teases.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart quickly sheds his clothes. His simple medieval garments aren't that complicated. Shoes, belt, shirt, trousers.

He's big and strong as always, but not quite as hairy as he used to be. A certain Irish fairy has applied magic to him, and it hasn't all grown back in yet.

[morethanprops]

Moist was already partly undressed and quickly sheds his trousers and underwear with a grin.

He's lean and comfortable in his own skin as he climbs next to Saffron and smiles at Urquhart,

"I think we'll manage."

[yosafbridge]

Her hand cups the back of Moist's neck, dragging him down to her for a deep kiss that quickly gains its hunger, bare skin sliding against his as she makes a soft sound - most of it ending up muffled by the repeated collision of their mouths.

She's left plenty of room for their third party to join in.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart slides onto the bed on the other side of her, bending down to cup her breast, and nibble it with his lips, while Moist is busy with her lips.

There are many lovely parts to a woman. Enough to keep two men busy.

Especially as the woman is Saffron.

[morethanprops]

He enjoys being pulled in by her and as he kisses her, his hand wanders down her body, skimming Urquhart's on its way from skin to skin.