The veranda answered Ayame with nothing at all.
Snow kept falling past the open doors of the dawn dojo, the brazier kept burning, and the stretch of night she had aimed her invitation at kept on being, to every mortal sense, an empty railing above an empty garden.
"Big siiis~" Ayame purred from the floor, sweeter this time, still pinned flat under the naked bulk of her lover. "I know you're there. Come ouuut~"
The garden declined to exist any harder.
Quinlan, for his part, waited with the patience of a mountain range. A very invested mountain range.
'Black Fang... She was watching?' It was news to him.
Every hard inch of him lay pressed against the mark on her belly with clear opinions about the agenda, and the man attached to it all watched the veranda without the slightest hurry.
"She might-"
"No, she's there." Ayame said it with total certainty, wrists still lax above her head. "Is she sulking because she got caught? How adorable."
The garden's silence went offended.
