Strong arms embraced her. Moxxi felt his hands glide around her waist and legs and raise her up from the slippery counter.
"Hmmm.", she made a sound of comfort incarnate and closed her eyes. Mordecai straightened up and held her close while stepping through the taproom. She nuzzled her head against the his square chest and took in his piquant, manly smell.
"Already falling asleep?", he teased.
"What? No!" Immediately she threw open her eyes. "Only a bit... woozy from your service." She gave him a lecherous giggle.
Mordecai winked, evidently proud of his feat but he didn't say anything.
The barmaid had half expected a bad pun about "lip service."
"I think I'll put you to bed anyway." He winked. "Even now Sanctuary's streets are dangerous at night" He stopped in front of the narrow staff door. He leaned against it but the stained wood wouldn't budge.
"Oh how thoughtful of you. Thank you so much for your protection, sugar", Moxxi fluted with dulcet tones and incidentally nudged the door handle. The portal swung open as smoothly as the summer air. "Would you then also be so kind as to stay here and sleep with me?" The snow-white innocence in her voice almost masked the raw lechery of the offer. Almost.
The hunter couldn't help but grin and lick his lips. He stepped into Moxxis private room and took a moment to look around. Compared to the overwhelming lavishness of her suite in the Underdome this chamber was outright austere. No ostentatious displays or exaggerated ornaments crowded the room. There were no lewd sculptures here to evoke dirty thoughts. Instead, the back wall was taken up by large workbench cluttered with what looked like a disassembled Loader bot. An unshut wardrobe surrounded by spilled-out Lingerie and a rack of brightly coloured guns completed the composition. The grey walls were devoid of the great oil paintings he remembered. Now there were only two simple photos taped to the bare concrete. Mordecai smiled when he recognised Ellie and Scooter. The only thing that had remained constant was the bed. The enormous embodiment of sensuality draped in sheets of lustrous scarlet satin.
When Moxxi noticed that they were no longer moving she opened her eyes. "What's wrong, dear?"
"Nothing, I just", he chuckled and started walking again, "I like what you've done with the place. It's not as... overwhelming as your old one.
"You think? When I first moved in here it felt awfully empty." Lost in thought she gazed around the room. "Somehow I just stuck with it."
"It's nice, I think it puts emphasis on the more important things."
"What, you mean the bed? I don't know, I think it's far too big for the room. I guess I was still too used to the luxury of the Underdome when I got it."
"No, silly. I mean you." He snickered and looked away briefly, as if embarrassed by his corny words.
"Oh", she uttered when she realised the misunderstanding, and a drawn-out "Awwwww" followed a second later when she recognized the charming compliment.
Mordecai stopped at the bed but the former queen of the Underdome was still too smitten by his adorable remark to notice. He carefully lowered the brunette down and let her slide onto the sheets. He was more than a little reluctant to let go of her delectable body already and placed a last kiss on her sultry mouth.
Moxxi stretched her limbs out on the cool satin like a waking cat, writhing and wagging her mesmerising hips in the process. Playfully she started to open the buttons that kept her tailcoat closed, one, two, three, until the purple fabric slid to the side and revealed her cute little belly button. Then she halted and looked up at the man still standing in the middle of the room. "You coming?"