Booth’s Captain’s quarters were rather simple compared to the bar itself.  A central island bar accessible from all sides with tables along the walls.  A slightly raised stage on one end of the room for entertainment.  The floor was covered in peanut shells as each table housed a bowl of the legumes.  A pair of narrow stairs lead up to a second floor balcony that overlooked the room below.  It was quiet now, but would support a rowdy crowd.

The door leading to the back would normally support an office, store room and cellar access if this was a real pub.  Here in the estate it was just a small bedroom with simple furnishings.  A bed, twice as wide as a sailor’s bunk (because he could splurge here) and a large chest occupied the room.  A closed porthole gave the feel of being on a ship.  Booth would drop his pack in the chest and crash here.  No sense unpacking while on the road.  In the early days experiencing the Estate when he got blitzed, he didn’t even make it this far.

This morning was different.  He wasn’t alone.  This wasn’t the feel of one of Green’s phantom assistants.  Sure he had hugged those, but it hadn’t felt right to make use of one that looked like Elodie in some fantasy of his.  The wild memories that flooded his brain from last night though still felt like a dream.  Except he wasn’t alone.  There was warmth and soft skin and… he was naked.  He wasn’t dreaming.

Well, that wasn’t the first time he woke up naked, but he never remembered such a pleasant way of getting there.  He didn’t want to move and ruin it, but the memory of last night and the proximity of her body stirred something a young man had no control over.

Elodie was naked against him, curled up under one of his powerful arms. Her hair was unbound fully, and spilled out like a thick downy blanket over her and him both. He had seen and felt more of it than he ever might have thought last night.

"Grab very close to the scalp, a nice good handful. Ahh, there you go. See, you can hold me in place, or guide my head as you please. But don't tug-smooth, gentle movements. You can really hurt someone, so this needs a lot of trust..."

The dreamy memory of last night faded and Elodie's eyes fluttered open. She yawned and stretched, catlike, then curled closer against him. A bleary smile curved her lips.

"Good morning, Captain. I hope you enjoyed last night's tour as well as I did." One arm drifted across his chest and rested there lazily, fingers curling in the short hairs. This was Elodie as he had never seen her-not teasing, haughty, or even comradely. She looked at him with affection and desire, openly admiring him with her eyes and hands.

(Whoa, had to check the game rating.  Didn’t expect this from Elodie.)

Booth had this goofy half smile he couldn’t get off of his face.  That look in her eyes though was something he never wanted to end.  Heck, right now he never wanted to get out of this bed!

His face took on a more serious look as his lust returned.  His hand snaked into he hair on the back of her skull.  He gently but firmly took a fistful and then guided her lips to his as she had taught him in answer to her question.  His hands repeated things they had learned from last night.  Just practicing, He would claim if called out.

At some point reality kicked him in the brain.  He sat upright with a start, “Oh shit!  How long does this spell last?”

It's nothing crazy, and in PM, so as long as DM amd players are alright it should be! Not like anyone audits these unless they are called in, anyway.

Elodie's eyes bulged in surprise as Booth so confidently pulled her up into another kiss, but her eager return of the torrid kiss and soft groan of pleasure revealed her feelings on it. She squirmed in response to his questing hands, now knowing the cost of telling him all her weak spots.

His exclamation drew a laugh from her, though, still laying on the bed as he sat up bolt upright.

"Long enough, Captain. Long enough." She said, then sat up behind him and began to massage his shoulders comfortingly. As she worked, she murmured magic words, which flowed over his body as golden mist. In the wake of the mist, he would find himself feeling as clean as if he had just emerged from a hot tub of soapy water.

"I know we can spar and spit, Captain, and we'll probably continue to do so. But I trust you with my life every day, on this journey. Truth to tell, I think our rivalry even made the sex better." She laughed, then affectionately kissed the side of his neck.

"So, if you enjoyed yourself as well, then please feel free to let me know. And if not...well, it was a lovely dream, and need be no more than that."