#quica

[morally-gray-prospector]

*stretches and stands up from the chair, walking into the kitchen and prepares breakfast, peeking in on the prospector who still lays sleeping*

Ezra?

*I speak louder than I did yesterday, as he is a very deep sleeper*

EZRA - I have your breakfast. You’ll need to come into the kitchen to eat it.

*I grab the dirtied plates and take them into the kitchen, placing them in the sink.*

*had not slept in a bed as comfortable as this for quite some time so he quickly fall into a deep slumber that lasted until the next morning, when he's startled awake by the loud voice*

Kevva, woman! The rooster's crow seems a gentle caress by comparison...

*sits up and rubs the sleep from his eyes with a yawn. He turns to look out through the window, where the sun has barely crawled above the horizon. He gets out of bed and slowly follows you to the kitchen, trying to somewhat smooth down his wild hair*

Are we in a rush this morning?

[pero-tovar-bastard-spaniard]

Good morning, my favorite asshole! And look, you have a friend? with you now.

What can I get for you today, Tovar and friend? *lays a small brown wrapped parcel at your table, whispering* It’s cinnamon bread, made by my own hand at my house - don’t tell anyone or I could get in trouble for bringing in food that was not made here. *winks*

Shall I start you both off with some ale?

This is William (@very-heroic-william-garin). Do not look him in the eye or you may lose your skirts.

Amigo, this is Quica. She has a many needs and a sharp tongue.

*takes the bread before William can touch it*

Yes. Ale.

[very-heroic-william-garin]

So William, what can you tell me of your travels with the Spaniard? How long have you known him, and has he always acted as if a dung beetle took up permanent residence in his ass?

Ah, Quica. Pero and I have had many adventures together. I have known him for a long time. Longer than any other companion.

He is... Hm. He has always been prickly. And I will freely admit he is not always easy to get along with.

But he is a constant companion.

[galeriaparalela]

[kikkomanbitch]

“The narcos always talk about loyalty... till their own asses are on the line.”

[morally-gray-prospector]

*stares longingly at his full lips, unable to tear her gaze away.*

Please tell me if I’m wrong, but…am I letting my mind overreact here? I mean…I think I feel something between us and, Kevva help me if I’m wrong, but I think you feel it, too.

*I move my hand up to move a strand of hair that has fallen into your eyes, trying to gauge your reaction,and when you don’t move I lean closer, the heat from your body radiating against me.*

Tell me right now if I’m mistaken and if I need to back off…

*huffs out a soft laugh and places a hand on her waist*

A beautiful woman in my arms. I'd have to be dead not to feel anything about that

*closes his eyes briefly when she reaches up to brush a strand of hair from his face. When he opens them again, she's even closer*

You don't have to back off... what do you want me to do?

[morally-gray-prospector]

*she shudders in anticipation as she passes over the bar of soap with one hand, her other hand still delicately tracing along his length.*

You would be willing…to do such a thing…for me?

*her eyes widen in surprise, clearly never having had that particular proposition made to her before*

I would be most grateful.

*her hands continue to roam over his dampened skin, tracing every scar and line visible with her hands first, then her mouth*

*Ezra's lips curl upwards in a smile, in response to the surprised tone of her voice. He accepts the soap from her hand and steps in closer, caging her in against the tiled wall. He rolls his hips lazily against her hand*

There are many things I would be willing to do for you...given permission, of course.

*rests his forehead gently against hers as he runs the soap along her collarbone, then down the valley between her breasts to her belly button. He lathers his hands up and sets the soap down on the small shelf next to them before resuming his caresses - mapping her skin with his fingertips*

[morally-gray-prospector]

Hello, sir. Welcome to our little corner of the green. If there is anything I can do to assist you, just let me know.

Thank you *looks around, impressed*

Quite a sight to behold, too.

But tell me, stranger, what possesses a person to set up shop in a place that - while beautiful - attempts to poison you with every breath? What's the draw of this place? Besides it being easy on the eyes. But there are hundreds of planets and moons like that, many of them less hostile than this one?

*watches you curiously*