Chen Yun's hand pressed flat against her own sternum. The binding under her robes was—the cave air was—the ambient concentration was—
Her thighs shifted.
The pressure between them had been building since the outer cave and had moved, somewhere in the last twenty minutes, from manageable to not, and the wet fabric of her travel robes against her inner thighs was its own kind of specific information and she had been filing that information in a location she kept very locked and the lock was—
The lock was currently under considerable pressure.
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PAAH PAAH PAAH PAAH.
"'Aahn~—! Aahn~—! Sir—'"
He had shifted her.
