Kiss me // Ezra & Galadrielle
Gale had rented the slave once more. She did not care for his anger, it would go away once he realized that she would not reveal his true nature. He was bound to be found before she spoke a word of it. She had made him read again, but this time she had made sure he had slept in the slaves' quarter. The next day, she had waited for him to shower and here she was, waiting in front of the door connecting his bedroom to the bathroom for she knew his clothes were behind her. She stood bare, tired of giving him time to rebuild his walls against her. His hair were still damped when he opened the door and she did not gazed down to see if a towel was around his waist or not. She simply pressed her small perky breast against his chest and looked up to him.