A Sloop Tries to Bash a Schooner, Which Mast Wins?

Look, I invited, and you know if would be a shame for you to decline the offer of a Crow. But you won't find me sitting here going 'I will make you an offer you cannot refuse', I like to save that for when you're balls deep inside me in the morning. She let her eyes roam his frame, unabashedly as he joined her, using the opportunity to slide under the warmth to get anything stuck in her own hair loose before she surfaced back up, cracking her neck as she did. Today was not that day, for that we can be thankful, and well, tomorrow, we'll count something different to be thankful for.

It was easy, with Horus, the bravado was for show, when it was just the two of them like this, but they exuded it on the battle field, the fact that the both of them knew just how close today had been, well. That would make for a good story around a campfire, the next time the Five met. In the middle of winter, in Arlathan forest they would meet and swap their tales of the year, and then each would go back to their respective corners of the globe until the next year, save when they'd meet one another for odd jobs here and there, like this had been. Maker help her if she hadn't had Horus with her on this job.

She shifted in the tub, leaning forward to where she could work at cleaning the blood out of his beard, to have a hand on him, a reassurance than they were still there, alive, sore and bloodied, but alive. They could do with a vacation, We should go to that little cottage up off the tip of Rivain for a week after this, spend some time in the water before we could sail across the bay into Antiva City, have some coffee, some rum, good food. She could check in with her family, see if they had something that needed to me smuggled down into Ferelden. She may be retired in the sense that she no longer took contracts, but she still helped the family smuggle things through her little inlet there at the border of the Free Marches. And it would give her time to not think about how they had almost just been dead. I think there were a couple balconies left in the City we hadn't yet had me bent over, we have to finish that tour, we're so close to having completed it.

She finished with the blood, as she leaned in and claimed a kiss, languid and slow, enjoying the feel of his lips against hers, the scratch of his beard, and the knowledge of what that mouth of his could do to her in the small hours of the morning, but it was more than just that, Celine couldn't remember a time, even when she had been an active Crow, when they hadn't indulged in one another after a battle, couldn't remember a time when she hadn't started feeling the low heat pool in her abdomen when she had his back pressed to hers, daggers drawn, and facing down death in a million different ways. Her desire for him had always been coupled with the knowledge that they were alive, had lived another day, another time they would meet one another in bed, until both were sated, only to find the next time they would almost die, and need to find a reason to live again with their bodies tangled up with one another. And as she broke that kiss, the heat between her legs and along her cheeks telling her she was more than ready she wondered if this was all there was for them, fighting and fucking. You want to run your hands all over my body first, or would you like me to soap you up before me? After all, she had offered to let him soap her up first. Then a rinse, and then we go straight to that cot right there, she raised a wet hand from the water.

Where you're going to hold me all night, naked. She grinned as she shifted in the tub, reaching behind him for the bar of soap there, and so tempted to say to hell with waiting for morning as wet bare skin slid along his own wet skin as she brought the bar close and dunked it into the water to start creating a lather. As you said, can't have you be anything but dashing, and I like being clean before I get covered in sweat and other liquids again.

@Horus