Anya was only too happy to be cuddled and snuggled, her small arms looping around Skye's neck and her legs wrapping around the Wolf's waist, her hot little mound grinding against the taller, stronger woman's core.<br/><br/>"<em>Jes</em>," she breathed in between submissive kisses.  "I will be<em>via koramikino. Via karino. Via malgranda knabino.</em>"<br/><br/>A sleepy giggle escaped her.<br/><br/>"Yours. And yours only."<br/><br/>+ + +<br/><br/>The job Junior had mentioned in an offhand way came to roost within twenty-four hours, so after a long and leisurely morning with her new girlfriend breaking in the shower, Skye, Junior, and Dale found themselves at a table at a sports and buffalo wing chain called Triple B's at the Sylvan Oaks Shopping Center. Right across from them was a portly Hound named Rich. Rich's voice was deep, loud, and just barely carried over the Top Forty C&W tunes pumping constantly.<br/><br/>"Time's money, so let me get right to it. Best Brands is the last store here with a grand opening. Place is chock full of top dollar merchandise." He grinned. "Be a shame if some bright enterprising locals might take it into their heads to liberate some of that sweet high-end stuff. I might just have to take it off their hands. The cleaner and quieter the job, the more I like it."<br/><br/>"In and out, nice and quiet, no fuss, muss, or body count," Dale purred, batting xer eyes at him...which Rich either ignored or didn't notice in between bites of spicy boneless wings and sips of his beer.<br/><br/>"Preferably, yeah."