Ionia gave a sweet moan into Tivalt’s lips as he took his time finding her little gift.  She gasped more than once.  He found the shape of a flask against her thigh, but had to go beneath the skirt to retrieve it.<br/>As he did, the blond suckled his lower lip and looked up at him with smoky eyes.  She chuckled huskily and gave a crooked grin.  “A gift for your other girl, boyo.  Flask of the best stuff in the galley.  Good luck, and let’s do this again sometime.”<br/>She giggled and stepped out of his arms, hair and skirts swirling as she strode away and down into the hold to catch a nap in her hammock.<br/>Maybe, when I wake up, the world will stop pitching…<br/>