"I'm bored," Zana said, leaning back in the bed they shared. It probably wasn't quite the perfect time for him to hear that, but it could have been worse. With a slight glance to him, she almost acknowledged as much. "I didn't say it three minutes ago." She briefly lifted a hand to his cheek and smiled, "do understand, dear heart, I wasn't bored then." Yes, that was a compliment and she was sure that he understood that. Or, if he didn't, then it really wasn't her issue. Zana unentangled herself from him, then made her way out to get a drink. "Whiskey?" She called back, "or.. Brandy?" She thought brandy all things considered. Pouring a glass for him and a whiskey for herself - which she'd swap if he wasn't predictable - and thus, either way, she appeared to know him well, Zana padded back into the room and, handing him his drink, sat on the bed.
"This place that you've brought me to looks vile, and I hate it," she said with a smile. "I would hate you, too, but I am quite pleased that you and I escaped our spouses and can be ... well, being your sister was rather dull." Sipping her drink, Zana leaned forward and kissed him softly, her nose brushing his as her ice-blue eyes looked at him. "So, I forgive you. Which I think," she whispered, a smile tugging at her lips, "is remarkably generous of me. " So saying she nipped - mostly lightly - at his lower lip and sat back. "However, I am still bored. So, I have an idea."
Leaning back, Zana stretched her legs out in front of her and examined them for a moment. Long, slender legs, well-shaped and attractive feet and, of course, pretty toes with perfectly shaped nails. As she wiggled said toes, Zana considered herself to be most fortunate indeed, and sent a prayer of thanks to her Immortal father for the wondrous biology which meant that she had such marvellous limbs. As her perfect-in-her-own-eyes toes wiggled, Zana smiled and then turned to Theo. "Oh, stop fussing, I didn't even draw blood. I used to charge extra for drawing blood, you know," her chuckle told the truth of her words.
"I've decided that we've become sedate. Sedentary. You, my sweet darling, are growing chubby," alongside her excellent legs, Zana had (in her own mind) exquisite arms and the finger which poked him in the stomach had the benefits of being a sharp and well-aimed digit. "Married life has turned you soft. Whereas I have, of necessity, had to endure enormous hardships and it has turned me into a tough and steadfast individual. So, I propose that we deal with my being bored by a change of job." She'd been building up to this and she beamed at him in delight as she announced it.
"I think we should become adventurers and treasure hunters! Go on expeditions and explorations, tame the savage wilderness," with an entirely innocent expression, she added. "And, of course, have sex in the most dangerous places we can find. What do you think, dear heart?"
It was a marvellous idea, she was quite sure. What could possibly go wrong!?
Our skin, so wet. Black lace, on sweat.