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]

"Now I have to see your first-best," she murmurs, eating the cheese out of his hand, her lips brushing his fingertips before she takes a sip of wine to wash it down.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart cuts off a few pieces of cheese. "It might not have an interesting secret life," he speculates. "It's probably more for looking good in than for utility."

[morethanprops]

"Most things I own tend to do what I need them to do. Also it doesn't make sense to not be prepared no matter the suit I'm wearing. That one happens to have a waistcoat which provides some other options too,"

The right suit can make all the difference in Moist's business and he does enjoy looking good.

[yosafbridge]

She rises to her knees, the sides of the jacket parting over her breasts, and grins, plopping a grape into her mouth.

"My men," she murmurs, leaning in to kiss each of them in turn. "One so polished and elegant," as she kisses Moist, slow and lingering, "and one so wild and deadly," as she moves to Urquhart to kiss him next, hungry and claiming.

[scots_wolf]

"So you have variety, and spice in your life," Urquhart says, kissing her back just as hungrily.

No, he won't protest against being claimed as 'hers'.

He is.-

[morethanprops]

Moist smiles into the kiss deepening it before she moves to Urquhart and watches her once more.

The idea of being claimed as hers is charming, but that doesn't mean he'll tell her any of his secrets,

"Along with wardrobes to plunder."

[yosafbridge]

She sits back on her heels again, pleasure evident in her expression, and securely buttons the jacket against the front, the fabric straining a little as it attempts to cover her particularly ample assets.

"Could get boring otherwise," she teases, fingers absently combing through her hair, and then hops up from the bed.

"Time to get clean."

[scots_wolf]

"Yes, let's see what your bath is like," Urquhart says.

It's not quite as obvious as the pool that is part of his own room, but he has no doubt that it will be decadently pleasurable.

[morethanprops]

At the mention of a bath, Moist just raises an eyebrow and follows after Saffron to peer into the bathroom.

Running water is one of the things he truly enjoys about Milliways since its hard to find on the road.

[yosafbridge]

She's already heading in that direction. Never let it be said that she isn't a woman of simple pleasures - but the bathroom, as well as the giant jacuzzi tub itself, is one of those larger ones. It's big enough to hold at least five people, but the most she's ever had in it, up until now, is two.

And now she's curious to see just how they'll all fit together inside it.

She sits on the edge of the tub, turning on the hot water and holding her hand out to test the temperature, adjusting knobs as needed.

[scots_wolf]

"Just as I thought," Urquhart says, discarding his cloak by the door again and stepping inside the bathroom. "A place of pleasure. We have ample room to spoil each other here."

[morethanprops]

The size of the bathtub makes Moist grin and reminds him of Uberwald and tourists trooping out to bath in sulfur water,

"Is there a citrus bubble bath that you prefer?"

[yosafbridge]

"I do have the makings for a luxurious bubble bath," she points out, shedding Moist's jacket and hanging it up out of consideration for the objects inside.

The tub's nearly full, so she shakes a few bath salts into the hot water to create a sweet smell of oranges that lingers in the air as she turns off the faucet and steps in first, hissing softly through her teeth as she eases herself down to sit.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart follows suit, and sits beside her with a sigh.

"It looks to be boiling," he says, "but isn't, and it's very relaxing."

[morethanprops]

Moist's blanket didn't come with him so he slowly eases himself in, eying the jets warily,

"So its pretending to be a hot spring?"

[yosafbridge]

"You could say that," she murmurs, smiling in amusement as she reaches over to flip on the switch that starts up the jets. The tub roars to life, the surface of the water bubbling, and she leans back against one of them, letting the funneling water massage spots of tension in her lower back.

She reaches over, fingertips running over Urquhart's arm, leaving water droplets in their wake.

[scots_wolf]

Normally, the droplets would tangle in hair; but now, they run down his skin smoothly.

Finvarra's magic always takes some time to revert itself.

Urquhart stretches long legs, sliding against Moist; but he doesn't pull back.

[morethanprops]

As he settles in, finding the best place to arrange his legs, Moist allows a smile, the jets are rather pleasant,

"It does feel nice."

[yosafbridge]

She leans back against Urquhart's shoulder, stretching her legs out into Moist's lap, the position reminiscent of the one they'd found downstairs on the couches.

"I'm fond of it."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart puts an arm around her.

"The bubbles are almost like floating touches on your skin," he says.

[morethanprops]

Moist rests his hand on Saffron's leg under the water as he adjusts,

"Very like a sulfur pool just without the smell or the werewolves to worry about."

[yosafbridge]

"Though you do have a wolf in your midst," Saffron teasingly adds, turning towards Urquhart to give him a gentle kiss.

"He may as well be one."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart smiles. "Being a wolf was good," he says, "and yes, it fit my nature well. But you're more of a fox than I'm of a wolf."

[morethanprops]

"I'd prefer to stay my own shape, but you both made fine wolves,"

With a smile, he runs his hand up Saffron's leg and back down Urquhart's since its there.

[yosafbridge]

"It was exhausting, being a wolf," she admits, lazily leaning back.

"I won't be ready to do it any time soon."