I lay there, uncertain for a moment before I could feel the warm breathe of someone approaching me slowly. A soft pair of wet lips suddenly embraced m...y own lips and kissed me. Gently and sweetly in a romantic sexual encounter together. After a moment they pulled away."Alright, which one of us just kissed you?" Julia asked me.I tasted the wet lips still upon my lips as I licked them, and then spoke. "I think it is Amanda!" I stated. Silence grew for several moments before a. He now resumes his attempts in more form: first, he put one of the pillows under me, to give the blank of his aim a more favourable elevation, and another Under my head, in ease of it; then spreading my thighs, and placing himself standing betwen them, made them rest upon his; applying then the point of his machine to the slit, into which he sought entrance, it was so small, he could scarce assure himself of its being rightly pointed. He looks, he feels, and satisfies himself: there driving on. "No, there's a Mage though. They're good, but not good enough to hide from me," Morgana replied, once again showing that when it came to magic I wasn't in the same league yet. "See if you can find him, I'll guard your back." Yes, my Mage," I replied and scanned various quantum channels looking for an anomaly of some kind. Eventually I found it, though it was not magic that gave them away, but their body heat and CO2 output affecting the immediate area around them, which surprised Morgana as she. Wine. red wine. That would be lovely.' Shut up for fuck's sake, he'll think you're mental.He smiled, took a stopper from a half-empty bottle of red and poured two good sized glasses. He sat at the other end of the couch, raised his glass. 'Cheers.' I raised my own glass in a silent toast, not trusting myself to speak. The wine was soft, velvety, and worked its magic. I felt some of the tension ebb away.'I think we have something to talk about,' he said, eyes flicking towards the thick leather.