#420101 - Sleep? She asked after his eyes had returned to her own, Why, is something wrong? With? She pursed her lips and pressed a hand to his chest, trailing it down over his skin, feeling the definition of his muscles and the occasional roughness of a scar, You know is it not working? He smirked a little and didn't reply, he simply waited for her hand which slipped down the front of his pants, to grip the steely length of his not too subtle erection. This was, after all, their only opportunity to rescue Belind, and they had been sure to give them a good one. Lower and lower he kissed and Avery stared up at the ceiling, unblinking, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling quickly with her breath.