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He watches, licking his lips. But doesn't do anything about it.

Until, somewhat suddenly, he does. He takes off his pants, comes up behind her and gropes her ass, pressing his hips up against her so she feels his hard cock.

"I've just decided it's easier if we wash up after," he almost growls. "I've got Luci seeds you can have when we're done, so I really want to fuck you, right now."

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She grins back at him, wriggling against his cock, her arousal washing away sweat as she slickens him.

"I'm almost entirely certain my healing Skill takes care of that, too, but I won't say no. Now come and collect your payment... I'm all yours for the rest of the night, but that's no reason to... procrastinate."

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He grins, "Lucky me," leans down to kiss Ame, then carefully aligns and inserts himself with a grunt of pleasure and... Doesn't procrastinate.

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Ame lets him take the lead, but she's far from passive, writhing against his thrusts with all the skill of a veteran sex worker who takes sincere PRIDE in her work.

She doesn't even break rhythm when she has to rinse her clothes and drape them over the edge of the tub to dry.

She doesn't break rhythm when she cums a minute later, either, but she arches up to give him better access to her breasts and make the position more stable. Fucking standing up is always fun.

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It is fun! Arwen is apparently a hugger, holding her tightly even as he plays with her breasts, pressing his chest to her back, panting and kissing at her neck, and still thrusting despite the slightly awkward angle as if not quite entirely in control of himself.

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If the angle is awkward, Ame isn't doing her job. She's more than flexible enough to keep her hips at a non-awkward angle even while pressed back against him all the way. She really doesn't want or need him to control himself, either, that would just be pathetic on her part. Ame loves skin contact, though, and writhes closer to him as much as she can.

When he climaxes, she wrings the orgasm out of him until she's supporting more of his weight than he is. Keeping her hips in position so he doesn't slide out even while they're standing flat against each other is easier than before; she's even more limber now than she used to be.

Cuddling leads to washing, and eventually they finish with the task of cleaning up. Ame shakes out her clothes until they're reasonably dry and puts them back on, so as not to unnecessarily scandalize anyone on the way to Arwen's room(s).

And then Ame spends the rest of the evening making sure Arwen feels like he got the better end of their deal.

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Apparently they tend to sleep in huge family-wide cuddle-piles around here, though they also have smaller rooms for young couples and guests. He takes her to one of those. (He gives her a little green seed despite her assurances about her Skill, just in case)

...He's definitely pretty happy about it, grinning deliriously and everything. He didn't even realize some of those positions were possible, or some of those sex acts were things.

In the morning he wants another round or two (particularly enjoying pinning her to the soft bed during it), then fetches breakfast and the news that there's a few people who would appreciate healing depending on how much she wants to charge.

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Ame is so pin-able in bed. Arwen's enjoyably wholesome as clients go.

She does want breakfast though, and one of the very few things she doesn't do except on request is eat and fuck at the same time.

"What's a reasonable price, you think."

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"I haven't actually seen how well it works on real wounds, 'tho it's amazing for fatigue. If it's effective, you could maybe get away with charging just barely less than a potion would be - Silver and six copper? But people decide to just wait for things to heal instead of buying potions, so maybe you want to do it for just a few copper."

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Ame... almost asks how many copper to the silver, but catches herself in time.

"Just a silver, no extra copper? That's probably reasonable, right? Who's hurt worst? I should start with them as proof-of-concept."

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"Still a bit pricey, but it should work. I'm not sure who's worst off." He frowns. "I don't regret it one bit, I'll remember yesterday, but I really need to catch up on work. Why don't you go find out and do whatever else you'd like, and we meet back by the practice field around noon? Then we dungeon-dive. I'll front the entry fee and take it out of your share afterward. And bring the loot bag."

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"Good plan. I'll see you at noon."

As she departs, she gives him a smoldering grin. "Feel free to rave about me to your friends, but don't go making any girls jealous either. You can tell everyone I'm entirely equal-opportunity."

Speaking of making girls jealous, in knit communities it is usually a good idea to keep an even gender balance in her partners, so, hm. She thinks back. Were there any girls in the audience that were obviously watching her and not Arwen?

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"I'm not really the fuck and tell type to be honest, but if anyone asks... Have a good morning!"

 

There was one! Short and slim, wide green eyes, her hair in a distinct loopy-braid style, carrying a bolt of cloth until she set it down to stare. She looked slightly stunned the whole time.

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Oh yeah, that one.

Ame wanders around looking for that girl's face.

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The suspected lesbian can't be found before someone makes a beeline for her and asks if it's true she was going to heal people, holding out his bandaged hand.

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Ame sighs wryly.

"It's true. Got a silver? What's wrong, there?"

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"Someone replaced my sharp knife with a dull one and I slipped. That's more than two days' work! A dozen copper."

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"Free now, and two silver next time you need healing, three silver the time after that. Or one silver now, and one silver always."

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Well, Raz is going to make her leave sooner or later. "Free, then!"

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Ame rolls her eyes, takes his hand, and glares at his wound until it goes away.

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"Amazing. Hey, everyone! She can really do it!"

The guy wanders off, waving his repaired but still bloody hand around for the whole tiny market area to see.

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Ame keeps her eyes peeled for any green-eyed lesbians but follows after him to heal anyone else who approaches her. Same pricing scheme.

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A few people want healing! One silver is high enough the guy with the sprained wrist prefers to keep his money (some market observation reveals that it's 19 copper to the silver), but one with a nasty bruise on her side that she attributes to a training accident is happy to pay. An old woman complaining about her knee wants to know if the fix sticks.

The green-eyed lesbian is staring at Ame again from a position behind one of the stalls (full of fabric and clothes). A new shirt is halfway assembled, sitting forgotten on stall table. Her hair is messier today.

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Ame heals all comers. She tells the old woman that as far as she knows there's nothing temporary about her healing.

When she's done, she tosses her profits in one hand, wanders over to the fabric stall, and smiles at the cute lesbian. "Hey there. You sell," language language, "coin pouches?"

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Blink. "Oh! Y- No," she says a bit reluctantly, "If you want a good travelling coin pouch you want that stall over there. I don't work with leather and leather is a lot more durable, even with my Exact Stitch skill. I don't suppose you need - uh - clothes?"

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