“You could try it if you let the plant stab you.” Luka offers loopily. He has to look hard at his hands and make them open to let go of Kaivodulin. It doesn’t feel right, he wants to keep touching her, he needsto!
He’s aware of the smell of her skin like never before. She’s so little he could pick her up in one hand and they could fuck for hours without any part of her touching the ground.

Strangest of all, she sees him draw in a shaky breath and hiss it back out.

“I think I should lay down,” he agrees, his hands fidgeting with one another as he waits to get inside. A quiet check in with his lower half confirms what his drugged brain was already sure of and true to his nature his mouth is open before the thought even occurs. “I tell you I’ll be standing up even while I’m laying down.”

The laugh that follows is delirious and as soon as the tent is up he is ducking inside and reaching for her arms again.