Tarrok knew that particular look very well. It was her little signal that she wanted him to quit messing around and cut loose. Her husband was just willing enough to oblige, like literally every time she charmed him with a wink and a smile. Sometimes just the wink or the smile, come to think of it.<br/><br/>His big meaty hand held hers and gently brought it behind her back. Didn't twist it or nothing, just getting it in a good spot they could keep holding. With his free arm he picked up the feline, practically weightless as he held her up by the pelvis. Didn't waste time getting to the fun part, thrusting and pumping her intimacy lustfully. Soft claps, much softer than you'd think for their vigor, didn't manage to pass through the rock wall.<br/><br/>~~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"I liked digging the holes, though."</span>Sage whined. Tending to them, watching precise water levels and so on had been boring. Being able to just dig, to heave and exert was much more direct. Why get caught up on details so much that you trip over yourself all the time?<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Doing stuff is the most fun part, is all."</span>She knew where this was probably going. Daikon loved to read, to memorize and understand all those little details. Sage could read, and often did nab a book or two Daikon had finished. All that mattered was the "point", though, the underlining message of a thing.