The dense mist that clouded the damp space had condensed on their glistening skin as they remained embraced in numb exhaustion, taking ragged breaths of hot, thick steam into their overworked lungs.
-This can't be healthy – Sehira wheezed. Her strained voice echoing around the walls of the suffocating vault – We shouldn't do this anymore.
-What? Having a quickie after a long, boring day of work? – Iktan chuckled, placing a peck on the back of her palm – Why not?
-We could pass out from dehydration if we're not more careful – She sternly commented, suddenly standing up – And no, I am not talking about “this”, Iktan. I mean I don't want to argue with you anymore.
-Oh, I was not arguing, my lady, I am just worried that this pot is about to boil, that's all – The soldier calmly responded.
