Leliana had a gift – one of many, he admitted – for making him laugh, something no one had really been able to do in years. It felt good, even if ...it was entirely inappropriate in the middle of an intimate ... interlude.It wasn’t better that he was half-naked and more than half-hard from the sinful feeling of her hands on his skin.He’d let her take the lead at every step so far in their relationship, terrified of overstepping, or painting a target on her back, or tainting her with his. I looked her up and down. How had I thought she was attractive? This wasn’t the same tank-top/short-shorts wearing cheerleader that had distracted me so just over a week ago. It seemed like only days ago, and several years ago at the same time, that I had watched in amazement (and a small amount of pride in her) as her throat bulged around my cock. I had an urge to do it again, but not for sexual pleasure. I wanted to watch her choke. I wanted nothing more than to wrap my hand around her. I AM fucked up. ‘No shame in trying out the home team, Robin.’ she replied, a little frostily. ‘Anyway, how do you know you’re not? Deep down? You were the one saying guys hadn’t really rocked your world’ ‘I … I’m sorry, Linda,’ I sighed. ‘Shit you’re right. Maybe I’d really get off if I went that way. It’s not like I haven’t thought about it.’ ‘Maybe you should just test the waters before diving in,’ she suggested her dark eyes meeting mine and holding my gaze steady. ‘How do I do that?’ I. I don’t have any works and I agreed and the next day we boarded a flight and reached Guwahati and booked a double bedded room. It was difficult getting a room from hotel because they were suspecting us to be boyfriend and girlfriend after much persuasion that we are brother and sister.We manage to get a room. It was hot so she said she’ll take bath. I was sitting on my bed and she was undressing in front of me. She removed her jeans and covered herself with a towel again she removed her T-shirt.