As sated and content as he felt, Walter was absolutely in agreement with Kenzie about one thing: if they were going to do an encore, there was no way in hell it was going to be on the table again.   He sat up, stiffly, his back protesting with every single muscle.  What was he thinking, volunteering to be the one on the bottom on such a hard surface?  He moaned and whimpered as every single bit of his back, now that the biochemical bliss of the dopamine had washed away, registered its grievances.<br/><br/>"Nah, darlin', go ahead and finish it," Walter said, cracking his neck.  He watched the blond move as she raised the bottle of orange juice to her lips and began to drink, completely naked, the way her breasts jiggled when she did so.  Walter wasn't, by nature, a nudist, but suddenly, here and now, he could start to see the appeal.<br/><br/>He waited until his back had stopped complaining, and then leaned over and kissed Jules' shoulder.  "Mmmmm, you were in fine form, m'dear," he complimented her.  He picked up her arm, and kissed his way down the tender inside surface, pressing his lips in a tight little trail over her bicep, the inside of her elbow, her forearm.   "Both of you were," he added, glancing over at Kenzie before he finished his odyssey by placing a kiss in the exact middle of Jules' palm.  He flicked his tongue out, licking her fingers, before pushing himself off the table with a grunt.  The surface would need washing before the next time they ate there, he thought, running his fingers down the brunette's leg.  He folded his hand around her toes, giving them an affectionate squeeze, and then stood up and stretched.<br/><br/>"Don't worry, darlin'.  Once we cash in on McClean, we'll get ourselves a nice, big, fat bounty," he groaned, his arms and shoulders flexing.  "Speaking of which, I should go check in on our guest.  Where are my britches?"  He sorted among the fallen and discarded items of clothing on the galley floor, finding his trousers and sitting down on the galley bench in order to pull one leg on, then the other.  That done, his suspenders falling limply on either side of his waist, he rooted among the garments for his shirt and boots.<br/><br/>"Meet you ladies in my bunk afterward?" he added, hopefully, as he dressed himself before going to check on their prisoner.