23 Sphinx Street, Sunday Night

[nookiepowered]

Who knew you could not only buy an obscenely large stone bathtub at the market across the causeway, but also hire three strapping half-naked possibly-Greek boys to carry it home for you, all for the low, low price of three Toonies, two quarters and a Ferelden silver coin, while not speaking a word of the language?

Yes, okay, fine. Bo knew. Yes, okay, fine, sometimes Bo cheated. Still, as pleasant as borrowing other people's might be, after weeks in this place, Bo finally had her own bathtub, the merchant had some interesting foreign coins, and even the delivery guys didn't exactly leave the premises unhappy. All's well that ends well, right?

Now all she had to do was figure out how to fill the thing, considering that even with the water and electricity finally turned on (thank you, unexpected second job, thank you), the hardware store didn't exactly have a plumbing hookup for an ancient Minoan bathtub.

Maybe she could hire the Greek himbos to come back and fill it with pots of hot water from the sink?

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[Expecting some undead, non-Greek himbos gentlemen callers. That Mitchell and Eric were here is fine for broadcast; topics of conversation, probably not. Alllso getting NWS-y after the comment-collapse.]

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[texted3times]

Eric let out a decidedly approving noise, then moved toward removing someone's clothes, of which, he'd decided, there were far too many.

Eric wasn't really much for foreplay.

[chosehumanity]

Mitchell was just fine with that, too.

He let Eric deal with his shirt; he was going to take care of Bo's next, thank you very much.

[nookiepowered]

Take a moment if you will, lads, to give thanks that Bo was not wearing the thigh-high boots. Two less zipper-filled, finicky items of clothing to get past. Instead there were, since she was in her own home, bare toes sliding down Mitchell's leg, while Bo worked at another zipper entirely.

[texted3times]

...and hello there, Bo. Eric nipped down on her shoulder before doing the same to Mitchell's.

[chosehumanity]

(So no staying on opposite ends, then. Hello, now that hadn't happened in... at least a decade? That lad out in-- Oh, whatever, Mitchell wasn't too inclined to go down sex-memory-lane at the moment.)

He gripped Bo's hip again, pulling her closer-- trying to pull her fully towards himself, in fact, while he lowered his face to pay attention to her collarbone.

And then dipped his thumb into the waistband of her pants.

[nookiepowered]

Sadly there was a button-and-zipper issue there, but Bo was happy to help with that by ... okay, maybe leaning into his hand wasn't all that helpful, but it was warm.

Well, her skin was. Not so much his hand. Stupid room-temperature vampires.

[texted3times]

Well Eric would be happy to take his room temperature self and his washboard abs and head on--yeah, who are we kidding. Being Very Helpful, he took care of his pants himself.

[nookiepowered]

Bo grinned, eyes glittering brown-blue-blue. "Oh, by the way... we're gonna need a safeword."