[M][IC]Western Wanderers: Wizards and Death

[V]

Jo's hands clamped down on his own, must like their first night together and he felt a sudden thrill in his body. He lent backward to keep himself sitting as her lips touched his own. He moaned softly at her teeth grazing his cheek, but not from pain.

"I am, I feel my heart racing at your touches...." Joe leaned forward, her grip was stronger than he thought but he didn't try to break it. His lips fell around hers once more, he nibbled her lower lip in return.

"It can only be a good thing he's left," he said licking his lips. He lent to the side touching his lips to her neck, he whispered to her ear, "I'm recovered enough."

[Kris]

She blushed, feeling waves of excitment and lust that had been pushed aside and were hidden far too long.... And she wasn't the type to just hide them, mind you.

Leaning back she whispered, "Good...", in a rather teasing manner as she licked her lips, "But truth be told... I don't think... this place is rather appropriate.........", she winked.

The medallion was on the run again and things were not going to be solved tonight... but at least the night was still young and it was theirs to spend as they saw fit.

Helping him on to his feet she lead him back to where their horses were, and to the inn they left their things at.

Joe was alive and that is all that mattered. They would be needed to be very caution next time they would meet death because just running into a necromancer in time again was unlikely.

Much more awaited for them.

But tonight, they had the privilege to have some fun.