<strong>Aeryn Sunlight<br/>With Eshalu <br/>A bathing chamber, Magna Sophia chapterhouse, Point Respite.</strong><br/>"I would argue that most battles have less practical point than any hunt, were it not that sometimes a battle must be fought when it is forced on you."<br/><br/>Oh it was hard to think.  She didn't want to think.  She wanted to lose herself in Eshalu's touch, a touch that had become coaxing rather than cleansing, and what it was coaxing very much wanted to be coaxed.<br/><br/>"Gluk."  A guttural sound way deep in her throat, the only response Aeryn could frame after that gentle kiss.  It took her a moment to get her wits, she laughed,  "I, ah, I w-wear them for close work, reading old d-documentssss, studying specimens.  I,"  her foot had come back down still between the Elf's breasts, but a bit closer to one than before.  Sunlight moved her foot very slightly, the edge of a toe brushed a hard nipple and a bolt of fire ran up her leg to her mound, detonated, split in a fork to her breasts, detonated again and raced to her mind where fire bounced inside her skull.<br/><br/>She carefully removed the narrow lenses and placed them on the tray by the tub with trembling hands.  "Come a bit closer and turn around."  Sloshing water, Eshalu and Aeryn settled in with the human close behind,the elf, very close, dark inner thighs nudging pale hips, and spending every second fighting a need to kiss the back of that pale neck, Sunlight carefully soaped the spunge and began gently washing, along the shoulders, the back of the neck, down the spine all the way down right to the beginnings of rounded flesh, then slowly back up along the spine again and  down again and up again again and again.<br/><br/>Aeryn hugged the elf, tight from behind, her taut tips scoring against pale skin, her arms high around Eshalu, across those wonderful pert brests, feeling those pebbled nipples, sighing close to an ear.  "I owe you everything.  My life, everything.  No no, don't deny it."  A gentle kiss, just below and behind an ear, a tonguetip running lightly along the edge of an ear.  "I would have seeded the fields, spread th-the fungus until they caught me.  And without you, they would have caught me.  And killed me.  Eventually."  She was trembling.  No.  Shaking.  "I heard them.  The search parties around their fires, boasting  to keep their courage up, bragging about what they would do when they caught me, and how long they would take to do it. "  She was shaking violently and she was babblling  "I told you they were drunks mouthing off and they were, but  if you hadn't been there they would have  caught me they were going to pass me around like a sack of cheap wine and then they were going to t- t- t-"  She was sobbing, finally letting go, finally able to relax, no duties at hand, nobody coming to her for decisions or orders or advice for a while, nothing to focus on to keep remembered horror at bay.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">I proofread, I really do, but I'm just so relaxed when writing for pleasure.  Sigh.  Edited for spelling and punctuation, removed one line of repitition.</div></div>