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I hope to propose all this tonight at the last meal and hopefully our last one here. I miss Eva, Marc, and the others. And I miss my Tigger. I hope no one has hurt him. I think Nixx would have told me if he had. But he has been so busy with his own concerns.
I learned that Nurr, the former leader of the Northern Bastion, had admitted his crimes and was proud of them. And I learned that only Svenn had been able to summon him to single combat, as Erian’s rules strongly condemn unnecessary violence and killing in particular.
From what I understand, it's pretty rare for the leaders of the four Bastions to be together in one place. I'm pretty sure they're discussing what to do next now that all four are together and Nixx quickly let me know that he plans to combine them all in an attempt to salvage, part of the wreckage of the Proud.
In the evening, I find myself sharing the table with these four Bastion leaders and one can say, certainly among the most beautiful specimens of this galaxy. I have a thought for Eva, who stayed at the Western Bastion.
I listen to the four colossi discuss the possibilities of recovering the remains of the Proud.
I understand that Liamm and the people of the east, more generally, practice underwater fishing. I'm not sure about that, because I've never seen fish on the buffet tables. On the other hand, you have to admit that since they don't have any means of preservation at low temperatures, it might make sense.
Although very tempted to harass these men with my numerous questions about their respective territories, I hold back, aware of Nixx's jealousy at my side. Too bad, I would wait for him to make me visit these other territories later, there is no urgency.
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Six days later, we are back home. It was time, I can't take it anymore. Sleeping on a water lily leaf several tens of meters above the ground, even in the strong arms of my man, there is nothing to do, I don't get used to it.
I feel sticky, not feminine for two cents. I hate traveling over tropical forests. Not to mention that without being able to walk on the ground, my legs are starting to tingle.
Arrived at the Bastion, we are awaited by my companions, of whom Eva jumps in my arms:
“Sarah, so good to see you again. How are you?”
“I'm exhausted and smelly, but I'm glad to be back. And I can't wait to see all the improvements you made while we were away.”
“Yes, you will see, we have not been idle. But you're right, go take a shower before anything else,” she says by laughing and backing up a step.
“Ah well, I see that our friendship has only little value in front of this smell! I tell her, falsely offended.
“Our friendship is priceless, but certainly it will be magnified by the shower you're about to take. I'll see you later. Here, take this, I thought you might miss it,” she adds, handing me my precious iPod and its little speaker.
“Eva, there's no doubt about it, you're the best.”
I turn to Nixx to indicate to him that I intend to join our shower. He is discussing with Jaxx, but abandons them to follow me at once and overtaking me, he leads me towards the hot springs. Ah yes, the hot springs, it is a good idea finally.
Nixx enters a small room with a small basin dug in its center and fed on one side by a small steaming waterfall. He arranges the screen to ensure our tranquility and quickly undresses and without waiting, immerses himself in the hot bath. He sits on a seat in the center of the bath and slowly spreads his wings in the water, sighing with contentment.
The sight of his chest dripping with water and the sound of his sigh suddenly gives me a strange idea.
Come on girl, you can do it!
Who has never dreamed of replaying this mythical scene from ''9 ½ weeks''[10]? My tiredness and my tired look forgotten I decide.
I put down my little speaker on the bench where Nixx left his loincloth and feverishly search my iPod for the appropriate song.
“Kitten . . .” he says languidly, “. . . come and join me!”
Without a word, I start the song and begin to sway my hips, to the rhythm of Joe Cocker's voice on the track 'You Can Leave Your Hat On.'
Surprised, Nixx freezes, trying to understand what I am doing. Without chickening out, I turn my back to him, without losing the rhythm, shaking my buttocks under his amazed look.
I dance for him, contorting myself sensually to this song, lifting a piece of tunic to release it immediately, caressing a shoulder, the birth of a breast. I check with a quick glance his reaction.
It's ok, my daughter, he's shod.
With an indolent gesture, I remove the tie of my hair and my long wicks go down to the bottom of my buttocks. I turn my head slightly and throw him an incendiary glance.
His incandescent eyes almost come out of his head.
