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daggersandgunpowderShe’d promised Percy that she would plan properly, next time. And plan Iona did. Or at least she’s setting out to be a bit more purposeful in her seduction of him this time. (Oh, she’d been plenty purposeful once the occasion had arisen by the hot springs, but that hadn’t been her original intention of going there.)
It’s easy enough to slip into the room where Percy is staying while he’s out, to go in unnoticed. Door closed behind her, she sets a bottle and two glasses down on a nearby table, followed by a small basket filled with fruit, bread, bite-sized bits of cheese and meat, things that are easily eaten in bed. (Planning properly.) Then she’s slipping out of her clothes, leaving them in a neat pile out of the way, somewhere he can’t spot them upon entering. That would ruin the surprise. Reclining back on his bed, she waits for his return.
The only scrap she’s left wearing is the tie that she’d taken from him back at the hot spring, done loosely around her neck.
It’s easy enough to slip into the room where Percy is staying while he’s out, to go in unnoticed. Door closed behind her, she sets a bottle and two glasses down on a nearby table, followed by a small basket filled with fruit, bread, bite-sized bits of cheese and meat, things that are easily eaten in bed. (Planning properly.) Then she’s slipping out of her clothes, leaving them in a neat pile out of the way, somewhere he can’t spot them upon entering. That would ruin the surprise. Reclining back on his bed, she waits for his return.
The only scrap she’s left wearing is the tie that she’d taken from him back at the hot spring, done loosely around her neck.
