<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“Just not as slow as you and Alexi?”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she teased.</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“HEY!” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">they could hear him clear from the other room, fake indignation tinging his voice.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Laughing, Ayla stood up on tiptoes and kissed him again, the towel slipping a little. Her hands went for it, pulling it back up as she stepped away from him, shaking her head.</span><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">&lt;because the last thing we need is for this to actually devolve into us fucking on the bathroom floor.&gt;</span></i><br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">&lt;please don’t. I’m actually hungry… and i’d like to not have to lock myself in my closet while the servants try to figure out where everyone went.&gt;</span></i>