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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[yosafbridge]

Her body bows, arching between them, giving over to uncontrollable trembling when she nears her own overwhelming peak.

She buries her face against Moist's shoulder and bites down, crying out sharply, coming in a rush and release that leaves her boneless, voiceless.

[scots_wolf]

Feeling them both climax pulls Urquhart with them; he shudders, moans and spills himself in a long, drawn-out, incredibly delicious shudder.

He manages to pull himself out and off and lie down beside them instead of crushing them before all his strength is spent and he just lies there, breathing heavily, utterly done.

[morethanprops]

As Saffron bites him, he climaxes with another cry and just barely supports Saffron.

He manages to turn his head towards Urquhart and grins at him, as he cradles Saffron.

[yosafbridge]

Her body helplessly collapses over top of Moist's, her arms and legs limply falling to either side of him as she pillows her cheek on his chest.

Her head also turns in Urquhart's direction, offering him a sated grin as she reaches out to stroke lazy fingertips down the contours of his abdomen.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart lies beside them, an arm loosely draped over them, and smiles into their eyes.

He lifts his head, which feels very heavy, and softly kisses first Saffron's lips, then Moist's.

[morethanprops]

Its a moment that really doesn't need words so Moist gently strokes Saffron's hair as he returns Urquhart's kiss.

Though his grin turns into a smirk as he imagines his ever proper grandmother seeing him and wondering what happened to her polite grandson.

[yosafbridge]

It's a while before she moves, sliding off Moist to lay between the two men, resting on her stomach as a few sweaty red curls slide into her eyes. Weakly, she attempts to blow them out of her face and fails, chuckling softly.

"Mmm, remind me to do that again in the very near future," she groans.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart lifts his hand and touches her hair. "Whenever you want," he says. "Just say the word."

[morethanprops]

He turns to kiss her on the lips, "Oh yes."

[yosafbridge]

She kisses each of them in turn, sighing contentedly against two different pairs of lips.

"After," she murmurs. "To celebrate the inevitable success of a job well done."

Besides, she does enjoy to work them up ever so much.

[scots_wolf]

"First, I take it, there's going to be food and drinks, and then we can plot more," Urquhart says.

[morethanprops]

Moist laughs as he props himself on his elbow to look at them both,

"Yes, a nice profitable venture, but don't think you can lead us too much by the short and curlies, my dear."

[yosafbridge]

"We'll see about that," she teases, nipping at Moist's lips.

"As for the food and wine, that should be arriving right about - "

Knock, knock.

"Now," she concludes, rising and slipping into Moist's jacket - and nothing else - to answer the door for the tray of food and the jug of wine that she'd ordered an hour before.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart sits up.

"Your timing is impeccable," he says, his eyes on the back of her legs.

[morethanprops]

As she walks over, Moist stands up and grabs a blanket that he quickly loops around his waist and sits down,

"Do you have any glasses?"

[yosafbridge]

She sets the tray down on the bed, resting the jug on the bedside table, and disappears for a moment, only to return with three wineglasses and some napkins.

"I always come prepared," she murmurs, winking at him, and rejoins them on the bed. "Don't you?"

[scots_wolf]

"It would be very stupid of me if I didn't," Urquhart says, smiling. "I don't go on a commission and then discover I forgot my crossbow, either."

[morethanprops]

Moist grins at her, then relaxed again, not minding if the blanket unties,

"Oh yes, I've got a number of things prepared in that jacket you're wearing."

[yosafbridge]

She leans back on one hand, the corresponding sleeve of the jacket sliding down to reveal a bare shoulder, reaching out for a piece of cheese from the tray and pairing it with a small piece of hot, fresh bread.

"Really? And what would I find if I reached inside?"

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart takes a grape. He loves fruit.

He slowly sucks it, watching Saffron.

[morethanprops]

Moist grabs some bread and cheese as he smiles, "That all depends on where you're looking."

The pockets have things to not call too much attention, a wallet, his deck of cards, some stolen stationery from a bank on the Sto plains, inside the lining are where the secrets live.

[yosafbridge]

She takes a bite of bread, dabbing crumbs off the corner of her mouth with her pinky finger, and shifts her weight, peering inside the inner pockets of the coat and exposing more skin while she does so.

"It does feel like it's got a bit of weight to it," she teases, polishing off the food in her hand and reaching for the wine to pour herself a glass.

[scots_wolf]

"Probably not in the hem," Urquhart says. "That would be a bit too obvious, and gives a garment a telltale drag."

He's quite experienced in hiding things in his cloak, too.

[morethanprops]

"There's no need, a jacket provides lots of good hiding places,"

The most obvious ones in the jacket lining are some nearly diamonds, there's a coin sewn into the collar and a real diamond in a secret sleeve pocket. He reaches for some wine and watches, either she'll find what's there or not, Moist knows that he does a good job sewing his secrets in.

[yosafbridge]

"It'd be a shame to rip open such a nice jacket in search of little surprises," she replies, taking a sip of wine and then reaching for a grape.

"Besides, I think it looks good on me."