that doesn’t mean what you think it means

”With the Arbiter,” Vai repeated, eyebrows raised, and if the circumstances were a little different perhaps she’d have more to say about that. Her fingertips brushed along the edges of the scar without touching it; if only Zeph knew there was a proper healer wrapped around him, but whoops, then they were getting distracted again. He was right, and she could taste herself on him, and damn but if that wasn’t a pleasant reminder of everything his tongue could do she didn’t know what was. Humming appreciatively into the kiss and the touch of his hand, Vai leant away from their new friend the tree to drape against him, hips and breasts pressed to warm, tanned skin. ”Sure you can keep up?” she asked teasingly. vervain well i'll rest my eyes and i'll let the earth breathe