She felt his rhythm change and it caused a crescendo within her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge, until she felt his tempo falter. It caused her to tumble into her own rapture, as the inner-most muscles of her core began to tighten and squeeze around him. Perhaps they should have been more careful, but Aleksandra was too caught up in the moment to even consider such things.  It was the first time in a long time she had been caught up in the moment, there had been so much weighing on her shoulders. She clung to as the waves of bliss worked through her, but released just as easily when he began to pull himself free of her. The act itself had felt mostly cathartic, but some of that lingering feeling was interrupted when he suddenly rolled off the cot and landed on the ground next to her.<br/><br/>Aleksandra adjusted her chemise, pulling it back down over her thighs and then she laid back against the cot, her breath still escaping her in soft pants.<br/><br/>"I thought perhaps you were attempting to bribe me.  Relieve the tension and get me to talk Storka into letting you go." She jabbed back, her tone playful.  As her senses slowly returned to her, she caught the sound of feet near the tent. It was a sort of shuffling noise, the sort that she'd heard Tommen make at times. It caused her to immediately stand up and gather up her clothes, which she had begun to put back on in a panic.<br/><br/>"Uhhh, are you two still...fighting?" Tommen said sheepishly outside of the tent.<br/><br/>Aleksandra looked at Maleki, her eyes wide and a little worried. Had the young man heard something? He was loyal to Maleki, so she did not think he was about to share it around the city, but still.<br/><br/>"Yes. We are." Aleksandra said, trying to make her voice sound stern.  "I'll send your...mentor to fetch you shortly. Go. Now."<br/><br/>She did not like being sour with the boy, but she did not want him to traipse into the tent, only to find them by half-dressed. Tommen did not respond, but she heard him shuffle away once again.  She continued dressing and turned to Maleki.<br/><br/>"We can head for the coast, back the way we came or...Storka claims there's an old friend of my mother to the west...and the king she wants me to try and...enchant...near that way too. If Barnstorm really did ruin your reputation in this part of the world, then perhaps we move on?" There was hope in her voice though she tried to hide it. It would be easy for him to tell her to fuck off and that he was still going to try and go his own way.  If he wanted that, she would put up no resistance, but she did not seem to be the key thing holding him there.