"Well," she said, blushing furiously again, "when you do that thing I love so much, I tend to forget about it."
He snorted, this time in surprise. "What thing?"
"Yeah, you know what I'm talking about. Don't be dense. It feels good when you grind against me."
"Well, I'll try to remember that and be more accommodating."
She smiled up at him and then looked at the computer. "So what are you doing?" Her smile turned to a frown, disturbed by what she was seeing on his screen.
"Tracking the destruction of the war," he said quietly, the playfulness gone. "I have a pretty good idea of Nivan's style."
"How?"
Under her, he shifted. "Sebastian. Remember back when he came in all cut up and bruised?"
She nodded.
"I sent him outside the wall to get more information. He got into a few fights whi
