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</div><br/><br/>Ah, now that smile of hers was as amazing as Sabina’s voice had been. How could he say ‘no’ to a smile like that? As the woman moved around the horse’s body she handed him her sex. Tant.<i>Sextant</i>. He reached down and took it in a gloved hand, nodding that he would be careful. She seemed to be trying to figure out a way to clamber into the seat with him, and he was just about to open his mouth and tell her what to do when she beat him to the punch.<br/><br/><i>"Now grab my arm tight and brace yourself in the stirrups." She asked as she gripped his elbow.</i><br/><br/>He smirked at her instructions, but extended his powerful left arm to her and allowed her to clasp it, hands to elbows, and looked down in time to see her shove something in her vest and another between her breasts. His eyebrow shot up at the brief exposure.<i>‘Interesting,’</i>he thought, pulling her up as she grabbed his belt and swung up over the rear of his horse. In its defense, the horse did well and only stepped in place at the brush across its rump. He pulled her up the rest of the way to set her behind him, feeling the press of her breast against his arm and back.<br/><br/><i>"Oh that hurt." She groaned slightly as her still sore bottom hit the high ridge of the saddle back. "I'm Laelia by the way, I'm making our maps."  </i><br/><br/>“Ah,” he acknowledged. “William Riot, at your service. Scout.” He figured a handshake had already been had and waited while she squirmed around on the seat behind him.<br/><br/>Mapmaking was a complex thing, and he considered it interesting that they only had one in their group. Will tended to keep his maps in his head. But then again, his maps usually involved things that went under or over the normal paths of movement, and that would be difficult to show on a piece of paper.<br/><br/><i>"Hold very still." She told him a bit sternly, as she put both hands on his shoulders and drew one foot up and close so she could start to stand.<br/>
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‘Hmm, bossy lady knows what she wants,’</i>he told himself as he complied. She had no problem invading his personal space, but he did not mind it much, considering she had asked him first. Mostly. And then she was standing on the saddle behind him, like a performer in a circus.<i>‘Huh,’</i>he thought, glancing up at her by arching his neck. From this vantage point he had a good view of her legs, the dark line of her trousers between them, and the curve of her breast through her vest. It was a very, very, interesting sight indeed.<br/><br/><i>"Steady me will ya?"</i><br/><br/>Now how did she expect that? Or was she talking to Red? In case she meant him, he switched the sextant back to his left hand and reached behind himself with his right, finding the hard line of her calf and grasping her tightly. As she balanced, he could feel the twitching of her muscles, and noted that they were actually very strong. She wasn’t a soft, court lady with no strength to her. No, not at all. She had strength in her legs. He remembered the view of her standing behind him, and wondered if the rest of her body exhibited the same strength.<br/><br/><i>"Perfect, now hand me that." She extended her left hand down expectantly towards will.</i><br/><br/>He reached up and handed the sextant to her over his head. She definitely had a dominant streak to her, this one. The giant behind them was getting closer, and Will drew in a deep breath and let it out<i>. ‘This is not what I would consider part of my normal duties,’</i>he thought,<i>‘but the view is nice.’</i>He craned his head back to watch her taking her reading, and when she handed him back the sextant he was ready to receive it.<br/><br/><i>"Now just, excuse me." For lack of a better hand hold she gripped the short hair on top of his head and shifted her position.</i><br/><br/>“Ah! Careful,” he complained at the grip, though it also aroused him, and then her left leg went over his shoulder and he could feel the heat from her sex against his jaw and ear.<br/><br/>“Any closer and you’ll need to bring me flowers,” he quipped, still complying with her needs and handing her the sextant when her hand returned for it. As she squeezed her thighs, he tightened his shoulders and core, then drew another breath, this one through his nose, as he began to feel himself becoming decidedly uncomfortable in his pants. There just wasn’t enough room in there for what was going on.<br/><br/><i>“Ok one more now.” </i>She said. Moving slightly, and with her leg on his shoulder, he had a difficult time<i>not</i>imagining her doing that in the nude. This was going to be a more difficult journey than he thought. He rested his head against her clenched thigh, awaiting her next need. She smelled clean, like soap and fresh linen. It was a decidedly nice scent, though the faint tinge of sex,<i>male</i>sex, invaded his olfactory glands and told him that she had probably been a little bit naughty recently. Or maybe she was married…hard to imagine a man allowing his wife to take off on a journey with no guarantee home. He glanced back up, his right hand still grasping her calf, and saw her tucking the parchment between her breasts once more.<i>‘Lucky scrap of paper.’</i><br/><br/>About that time Red arrived, and Lia asked for a lift back to her own horse. Will figured he could call her ‘Lia’ instead of ‘Laelia’ after the way she just rode his shoulder and neck. He could still feel her warmth against his skin, and the flex of her calf in his hand. Once she was settled, he leaned over and handed her the sextant. “That worked quite nicely,” he observed. “Feel free to use me anytime, if you have need, Lia.” His eyes met hers with a sly smile and a nod. He slipped her reins out of the saddle loop and handed them back to her, then motioned that she should go first.<br/><br/>Ladies<i>always</i>should go first, as every man knows. It was the polite thing to do.