A/N: Thanks to May (Rainstorm Amaya Arianrhod) for the title and help.
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Prompt: STD Awareness (from LiveJournal's 5true loves)
"You were going to sleep with Lady Roseen tonight."
Lianne watches Liam from her perch on his bed, her eyes somewhat reproaching.
Liam snapped the door shut with a scowl before turning to address his sister, "How did you discover my –"
"Did you know that when you sleep with someone, it's as if you're sleeping with every person he, or in your case she, ever slept with?"
"What's that to you?" he asks suspiciously, cocking an eyebrow as Lianne has noticed him always do when he has recognized that she wants something. "And where have you learned this information?"
"Something a healer once told me."
She reclines comfortably against his pillows, taking a moment before continuing in the same innocent tone, "Did you know that Lady Roseen has slept with about six different men in her lifetime; that you would have been the seventh?"
"I don't expect my women to be virgins," Liam replies casually, to which Lianne laughs and says,
"Yes, but are you the type of person who enjoys sharing a bed with more than the lady you've chosen for the night? Because, taking into consideration Roseen's past partners, you'd have quite a full bed."
She shoots Liam a sultry glance from beneath lowered lashes and trails her fingers lightly along the daringly cut neckline of her nightgown, saying, "Now, I know you don't like to share so…"
Liam raises his eyebrow again, this time in interest.
"I've been thinking," she continues, "that perhaps you might want to start limiting yourself to women with shorter…histories, such as…myself."
As Lianne watches her brother, she can almost tell what he is thinking. Her proposition is abrupt, almost outrageous, and she almost thinks Liam will tell her as much when she becomes aware of his eyes running over her figure. She breathes heavily, her bosom rising and falling with each breath, and begins to subtly, almost subconsciously, loosen the ties of her nightgown.
"Why are you suddenly so aware of the dangers of sexual encounters?" Liam asks, approaching her and, seating himself on the edge of his bed, begins to slide his hand along her leg.
"I'm only looking after my big brother," Lianne replies demurely, casting her eyes down as every proper noblewoman learns to do.
"In that case," he tells her, his voice carrying a note distinctly different from before, "I'd say that one good turn deserves another, wouldn't you?"