She shivered as his mouth closed over her nipple. The fine cloth of her shirt, for once, seemed inordinately rough, as he flicked his tongue over her, and the wet cloth rubbed against skin tingling and burning with pleasure. "Well, I, for one, am more than pleased that you have no objection," she whispered roughly, deft fingers caressing his hardened length with playful surety.<br/><br/>Lhurriel was about to suggest just that they simply adjourn to her room - after all, she had her own room in the Tilted Crescent, and would have been more than happy to spend a night with such pleasing company - but someone standing behind her cleared his throat.<br/><br/>Pausing, and managing to shove aside her lust for a moment, Lhurriel glanced back. Raymond raised a brow mildly, but showed no signs of jealousy or surprise to see her thus engaged, even though there was not a chance that he could not see where Amron's and her hands were, on each other's bodies. "Some of the younger ones got caught in a bit of trouble at the East Fountain, Rhee. You coming?"<br/><br/>Lhurriel was as devoted to pleasure as many an idle nobleman, but she did not shirk when it came to her responsibilities - even if they interrupted her desires, as they did now. She sighed, disappointed, and placed a heated, lingering kiss on Amron's lips, before she stood reluctantly to straighten her clothing. A few pulls on her garments did the trick, and she looked as she had returning from a heist, if a bit more flushed. She graciously accepted her cloak from Raymond, buckling the clasp around her neck, and grinned down at Amron. "My apologies for the interruption, but my duty calls, and I fear I will not be back soon. You are welcome to come another night, of course - or extend an invitation to the Rusty Dagger. Fare thee well, Amron." She winked, then followed Raymond out the door. She wished she'd at least gotten to climax - watching Miss Danthering and the young Lord Vaschel rutting like dogs in heat hadn't helped silence her lust any - but well, with Amery gone, she was more busy these nights taking care of his District, and making sure that their people got out of scrapes somewhat unscathed.<br/><br/><em>It would have been nice to see the body underneath those clothes though,</em>Lhurriel thought wistfully as, with a boost from Raymond's cupped hands, she flipped onto the awning above the Tilted Crescent's porch, then extended a hand to pull him up as well. They repeated the process to the roof, then began making their way across the buildings towards the East Fountain.<em>Oh well. Perhaps another night.</em>