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Agaio flinched in surprise when Lura spoke. He'd thought she was asleep. He hadn't even been paying attention to her.

"Getting inches of grime off of my skin." He answered in his usual gruff way to what he considered to be a pretty stupid question. "Might be wise for you to consider cleaning yourself up, too." He snapped. "I wasn't making that much noise." Sheesh, did she have to complain about everything?

He realized that he was probably sounding a bit rude.

"I washed your stupid skirt thing." He said, to make peace. He let the rag drop for his hand and reached for his shirt. It was still damp from his washing it. He frowned. Maybe he'd just have to sleep without. He certainly didn't want a rash from sleeping in wet clothing.

She was so demanding. He bristled, but decided to ignore her impatience with physics for her skirt not yet being dry.

It sure was distracting to have her so close, though...

And for heaven's sake, did she ever wear any clothing?

He rose an eyerbrow at her, draping his shirt over the side of a foot stool so it would dry, leaving him bare-chested and chilly, but he'd deal. "Are you always this demanding?" He asked, half teasingly, half honestly. "In case you haven't noticed, I am neither your maid nor your child, nor incompetent. I can take care of myself."

"How would you know?" He asked brassily, "You've either been out wandering around, asleep, or ignoring me for the past day or so. I could have gotten plenty of sleep in that time." He stood. "But if it makes you feel better, fine. I'll try to get some sleep." He smiled impatiently at her and sat on the nearest loveseat. "I'll sleep. Nothing else to do in this blasted storm anyway." He leaned on his arm, his cheek in his hand, one leg tucked up against him, the other dangling against the side of the seat. He looked, at least for a moment, with no shirt and the fire casting flattering shadows over his form, like a model posing for a picture. "Are you happy now, Your Highness?"

"Crystal clear." Agaio murmured with undisguised admiration. What could he say? She was a whole different kind of sexy when she was mad.

His heart hammered. He wondered how she would react if he dragged her down on top of him and kissed her. THAT would bring her down off her high horse, if nothing else did!

"Has anyone ever told you," he asked mildly, knowing that he was being a jerk and enjoying it, "that you are incredibly attractive when you're frustrated?"

"Attractive enough to make it difficult to function when you keep distracting me." He breathed, trying hard to continue to be cocky when she was moving closer to him.

He hissed with pleasant surprise when she kissed his bare shoulder. Enjoying her come-on, he tilted his head to make her access to his neck easier.

"That's...good..." He murmured, resisting the urge to manhandle her. This was good. Let her lead. This was fun. By the sages, she was hot. He shuddered when she kissed the side of his jaw. She was so close now, yet so painfully far away. And how was it that she always seemed to know just how to turn him on?

His hands had nothing to do. He hesitated, then placed each hand on one of her hips, which were gloriously bare thanks to the revealing cut of her outfit, which basically consisted of straps of fabric and metal fasteners that covered only the bare essentials. She didn't even have her pretty worthless skirt on. For once, he didn't mind the bareness. He neither pushed her away, nor held her closer, but simply supported her.

"Are you always this forward in the dark?" He asked, breathlessly.

Agaio closed his eyes when her hands touched his shoulder, breathing in her special, sweet scent and feeling the warmth radiate from her body. She continued to tease him with her lips, and his breathing became obviously heavier. He made a noise somewhere between a moan and a sigh when she pressed her chest to his.

She looked down at him, leaning against him, and he felt somehow as though she were claiming her territory. She somehow had the upper hand now, and yet she didn't, because this was exactly what he wanted from her, and more. Her obvious come-ons were confusing and amazing and highly erotic and he found himself rather enjoying himself.

She moved her lithe, slender body against his, and now he really did moan. He had that hungry look of lust in his dark eyes that he'd had earlier, when he'd teased her. Now it was all coming back to him, and he was loving it.

He let her guide his hands up her body, holding his breath when she guided his hands around her breasts. Oh, she knew exactly how to tease him. Now she arched her self against him with a sigh, and such a beautiful, wistful, desirous sound he had never heard before. His hands moved to her back, supporting her as she moved even closer, wrapping herself around him with a possesive display of desire.

She laughed, and her laugh was even more appealing than her sigh. He was melting beneath her, and yet somehow he still had power, because she had played right into his hands.

"If I told you," He responded, smirking, his hands moving to her sides, drawing her up tight against him, "You would think I was a deviant."

He leaned forward and touched his lips to her throat. "A lot on my mind? Let's see..." He murmured with obvious suggestiveness, opening his lips to nibble-kiss on the warm skin of her neck. "You seem to be enjoying yourself."

Her touch drove him crazy. She tasted amazing, and his kisses on her neck became more playfully and seductive as she let her hands rove over his skin. He massaged the skin of her sides and held her close, where she was apparently quite content to be.

Her palms against his cheeks, she tilted his head up an pressed her mouth to his with such force and passion that he felt momentarily blinded by the heat. He kissed her back with equal passion, the sensation making him wild with want.

She spoke against his lips, pushed her body against his with utmost suggestion, and begged him to do what he wanted more than anything in the world at that moment. He knew he was in love then.

Then there was the sound of a knock, glas breaking, a shout, and the moment was destroyed. Agaio leapt to his feet, grabbing for his staff and standing between Lura, who was now on the floor, and the door that had just opened. "Who's there?" He demanded.