One thing Lethia liked about Caelum was his straightforward nature. She didn't know him well yet, not in depth, not intimately.
But deep down, she was glad that the man who had to see her this vulnerable was Caelum.
At least, there was a strange comfort in knowing how he had kept her scarf all this time. That alone made her curious about him, on a personal level, outside her mission.
"You let me?" Caelum asked teasingly, his fingers stroking gently from her hips down to her lower belly.
Lethia's breath quickened, but her pride refused to answer that annoyingly teasing question with words.
She pulled herself from clone Caelum's arms and stood tall. Then, without breaking eye contact, she untied her own panties, slid them down, and stood completely bare before him.
She stepped closer, reached for the bulge pressing through his pants, and traced it slowly with her fingers.
