"I do find you graceful."  The healer says quietly.  "Very much so."  Xen's touch is unlike what she has  become used to over the last few years.<em>Respectful, that's the word I'm lookng for,</em>she decides. Oh, there had been nothing like what other attractive female slaves had to endure,  she is genuine Healer as well as surgeon after all.  But a beautiful slave woman no matter how skilled always has certain other duties she is called on to perform.<br/><br/>Aeryn responds to the elven woman's removal of her armor by pulling her loose long-sleeved shirt over her head, a little of her hair comes loose from her bun as she does so.  he cloth band she wars over her breasts is only slightly larger than what Xen is wearing, although she does have more to be covered.  When xens bends over to her, the healer reaches out and envelopes her in a now-hungry embrace pulling her tight , then dipping her own head to kiss the other woman not at all tentatively.<br/><br/>No longer sleepy at all, the human pulls the elf fully onto the bed beside her, tossing one pale leg over her companions tanned thighs.  Knots, lines of scar tissue reveal themselves under the healer's hands as they roam across Xen's body.  The cloth bandeau, an annoyance constricting her breasts, she tugs it free with one hand and gasps as her taut nipples drift across copper skin.  "Xen," she whispers huskily "I don't like pain, but I am not made of glass."  Then she runs her nails down the barbarian's back and kisses her hard.<br/><br/>For the first time in longer than she wants to think about, Aeryn is in bed with someone for no other reason than wanting to be there.