He'll realize later just how fortunate they are that no one walks in on them - including the proprietor, who'd have every reason to throw them out - but at the moment, his is a one-track mind, and all roads lead to her climax. Vex'ahlia murmurs an endearment that barely registers, darling losing its ironic edge and taking on a warmth he doesn't deserve. And Percy presses onward, determined to see this through.

It's worth it, all of it. The moments of awkwardness and embarrassment on the way to this point are a fair price to pay for the satisfaction of feeling the moment she comes undone, cunt clenching around his fingers and thighs clenching around his temples. She's quiet about it, but from his vantage point, she's not subtle, and he glories in all of it: the heat and the taste, the tension running through every scrap of her, the slackening after. He's with her through it all, until she lets him go and he can swipe the come off his face.

"Well," and there's some new lightness to the word as he rises from between her legs, smiling like an utter moron at the sight of her face. Nothing else comes to mind to say except inanities like I think we've gotten our money's worth and you're quite easily the most beautiful woman I've ever gone down on, you know.