"I think we should return to the house," Cerant said eventually. "Much as I would love to fuck you out in the open, we lack certain necessities and it is getting a touch too cold for such misbehavior."
Neikirk conceded the point, if with equal reluctance, and climbed out of the hot spring. He pulled on his tunic and gathered up his belongings, walking quickly back to the house, hastened by the looks and teasing touches that Cerant gave him the entire way. They had barely gotten through the door when Cerant took everything from him, cast it to the floor, and pulled Neikirk into his arms. Oh, Neikirk did approve of Cerant's finally letting go and giving in.