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]

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."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart kisses her. "I wouldn't mind having that shape at my disposal," he says. "You made a lovely wolf. But you make an even lovelier woman."

He leans over to kiss her, quite gently.

[morethanprops]

Moist has discovered a jet and is happily leaning against it as he strokes Saffron's leg,

"It does suit you, Urquhart."

[yosafbridge]

"Very much so," she agrees, whispering softly against Urquhart's lips.

She hasn't told either of them yet that she's working on adding and perfecting another form to her repertoire.

[scots_wolf]

"One day," Urquhart says, "I might find some mage or god that can give me the shape to use whenever I want."

He leans in, to touch his cheek to Saffron's hair, in a strangly tender, and strangely wolfish, gesture.

[morethanprops]

The gesture makes Moist uncomfortable in a way nothing else has, because he's seen werewolves do that and closes his eyes.

That doesn't quite disguise how tense he gets for a moment, but he goes deeper into the hot tub to warm up and hide his unease.

[yosafbridge]

She closes her eyes too, but for a different reason, muscles releasing their tension out of relaxation and the warm temperature of the water.

She can feel Moist's fingers grip harder on her leg and glances over, blinking lazily.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart notices the minute change, and stretches, with a little smile for both of them, in a much more human gesture.

[morethanprops]

Moist doesn't see Urquhart's smile, but he is relaxing once more as he chastises himself.

Its foolish that all those fears are still with him, some things are worth worrying about, but Urquhart is not a werewolf just a killer.

[yosafbridge]

She may even become so relaxed as to fall asleep in the tub for a while, eyes lazily drifting shut, her curls floating on the surface of the water like a unique kind of seaweed.

She nuzzles into Urquhart's now-hairless chest, groaning softly.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart holds her so she may sleep safely and in confidence, his own eyes narrowing relaxedly, but never closing.

Watching over her. And over Moist, who seems quite relaxed as well.

[morethanprops]

He's not at his most relaxed, but this is enjoyable.

So he leans back into the warm water and by feeling both their legs, reminds himself that Uberwald is far away.