Xenovia let out a soft laugh, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and desire as she moved closer to the bed. She positioned herself beside Kryssia, who still hovered over Strax like a predator reluctant to accelerate the hunt.
With a fluid movement, Xenovia reached out and began to unbutton Strax's shirt, one button at a time, unhurriedly. Her fingers brushed against the exposed skin as she moved, tracing light lines across his chest, feeling the heat emanating from his exhausted but responsive body.
"You're right," she murmured, leaning in to kiss his newly exposed shoulder.
"Nothing like a little charm to dispel the weariness." The shirt was fully open, revealing his defined torso, marked by old battle scars that seemed only to enhance his strength.
Xenovia slid her hands under the fabric, pushing it aside and down his arms, freeing him completely.
