"You know, it's one thing to have Arthor do this with his conquest of the day in a corner, but this is..."

"Oh, shut it, R—oh—Rina," she says without heat. "I've always—"

Ruby accidentally pulls all the way out of her and then goes back all the way in all at once.

"— ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," and she has to lean forward and rest her weight on her elbows. She swallows dryly then looks back up at the guard and says, "I've always wanted to do this. It's been a, oh, a fantasy."

Now Rina is flushed, too, and she will claim forever that it was the alcohol and nothing else. She looks over her shoulder at the other guard—whose gaze seems transfixed on a blank spot on the wall behind Ruby, a single vein in his neck pulsing with tension—then back at Elda. "I'm... happy for you?"

"And anyone who calls me easy will find that I won't be filling their cups for the foreseeable future."

"I would not dream of it." If she were easy Arthor would've gotten with her, and he's been trying for years.

A couple of minutes afterwards, Onmund gets up from where he is, wishes Arthor a good night, and climbs upstairs to one the rooms.

And Arthor starts playing a new song.

Ruby barely notices, though, because he's really close to coming right now. "I'm about to come," he whispers to Elda—

(Rina looks up at him when he does that and their eyes meet and she squirms in her seat and drinks more mead.)

"—should I pull out?"

"If you'll pay the apothecary, don't."

He will, in fact, pay the apothecary.

He comes.

Followed by Elda, a few seconds after, and without his shoulder to muffle her cry her moan echoes and it is a testament to Arthor's—something—that he doesn't stop playing his song even after that happens.

(The first guard comes, too, hands-free, completely accidentally. He's never come hands-free before. Holy shit.)

Ruby pulls out and considers using magic to clean the both of them up but then remembers that she's a Nord and would probably not appreciate it.

...

......he doesn't actually know what one does in that case, though.

"How are you feeling?" he asks Elda, instead.

She takes a few seconds to recover the ability fo speak but when she turns around she says, "Well and thoroughly fucked. You done for the night?"

He looks away and laugh-coughs into his elbow. "You want to go again? I'm going to need a bit."

"...no, I think I'm good."

"Then so am I. ...may I kiss you?"

"...why?"

"Because you're beautiful and I want to. You can say no."

"...no, I think."

"Then do you want any help with the cleanup, here?"