Well, it's the last day of 2k14, so why not go out with a bang and have a comment ficathon. Or get an early jump and start of 2k15 with the right priorities, and that's fic.
His silver tunic goes all the way down to her thighs, belted by a silk scarf she used earlier to bind his wrists. She's bent over one of the crystal terminals built into the wall of the guest room, the long curtain of her hair obscuring her face
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