Fair.

Yami straddled her lover with one body and kissed him with the other, with the curtains drawn the light from outside traced just one thin line across Yami’s bodies and her man’s chest, all glistening with sweat.

Between kisses Yami spoke, maintaining her thrusts with the other body.

“Aren’t you afraid your cousin sent me to kill you Zee?” Yami traced three hands along Zephyr’s chest.

“He doesn’t see me as a threat, he’ll wait till later to kill me in case I can bring down the number of the warriors more. Besides,” Zephyr raised his hand to Yami’s nearest face, “If he asked you to, would you really kill me?”

Yami lay across his chest, and looked up into his eyes, “I might, I hear you have been thinking about joining the contest seriously… would you kill me?”

Yami became more forceful, the intensity of the conversation made for an increase in the intensity of the sex. This was why she came to him. And she had just made him come to her too.

“I might, but I’d rather someone else do it.”

“Aww, that’s pretty cruel that you want me to die at all.” Yami pouted as she held Zephyr, she also climbed off him to get a drink off the side.

“…I want everyone to die.”

Yami downed what was left in the glass and climbed into the bed to be on both sides of Zephyr.

“Is this because of what happened to your family all those years ago?”

“I don’t have a reason.”

The two lay in their sweat stained sheets and looked up at the ceiling for a time.

“why did you come to me Yami?”

“I’m just passing through, I heard you were in the area… and I miss our sessions like this.”

“really?”

“well, I am escorting someone for your cousin.”

“And do they know you are kidnapping them this time?”

“No… well not yet anyway.”

Yami moved closer to Zephyr’s ears and spoke softly.

“I can smell the booze on you Zee, I know what that means, how many people did you kill this time?”

Zephyr sighed and sat up.

“It’s time for you to leave.”

“Already? I don’t get another romp?”

“Please go.”