"Okay, now that I'm buried, sit on my face."

Cordelia desperately tried to think of a more outrageous thing she'd been told by somebody. Anybody. It didn't have to be Gaius. And yet she could find nothing. Her husband, lying beneath a heavy layer of sand he himself had asked her to put over him, was asking her to now sit on his face, smiling up at her like this was all completely normal. It was a bit of a relaxation day for the Shepherds, gathered at a beach to let off some steam and enjoy a break for a change, a day of leisure and hanging out that in no way ought to involve what Gaius was asking for.

"What? Gaius, that's a terrible thing to ask me."

"Come on," he says, giving her a crooked little smile as he stares up at his wife. "You can put a towel over your lap, nobody will ever know. If you could see what I see down here, you'd ask the same thing I am."

With flushed cheeks, Cordelia looked around nervously. Nobody's eyes were on her at that moment, so if she did do it, it wouldn't be too strange. "W-what do you see?"

"A beautiful woman in a bikini that really compliments her flawless body." He hoped laying on thick compliments would win him what he asked for, smile growing wider as he wriggled around in the tightness of his sand tomb. "It won't take long, you know how good I am."

It was horrible that Cordelia was considering it, that he was actually sweet talking her into this. Shutting her eyes tight she groaned at herself for this moment of weakness, for not being able to resist Gaius's smiles, or, admittedly, an offer of oral from the thief, who could consistently and selflessly make her nights experiences to remember with his tongue alone. It was incredibly tempting, and she couldn't believe that she was grabbing the towel beside them, wrapping it around her lower body as she sank in hurried nervousness down, straddling his face and wincing as she slid her bikini bottom slowly off her legs and then pressed down all the way.

Gaius drew in a sharp breath, sucking in his wife's intoxicating scent as her weight pressed down against his lips and he immediately went to work. He was without a doubt the shameless one of their marriage, always pushing and prodding his wife a little further into his sexual wiles, his efforts redeemed when she came to adore them, and he knew this would go the same way, that he could weather some of her concerns and teach her to adore the thrill of secret sex. His tongue lapped against her folds, quickly getting her wet and drawing her sweet nectar to his thirsty lips, relishing in the flavour and the renewed vigor it gave him.

Even facesitting had once been a point of embarrassment for Cordelia, though it didn't take long for her to adore it and shamelessly enjoy riding his face, gripping the headboard and bucking frantically atop his tongue. But this was different. She couldn't moan and writhe, and she realized looking back over her shoulder that he wasn't even well-hidden given the massive bump in the sand, not to mention the likelihood that somebody else had seen her covering him and knew he was underneath that pile. It would have been the worst.

At least, she thought it would have been, until she heard a voice that had only ever brought her joy, through even its worst, until that moment.

"Have you seen daddy?"

Severa slipped up behind her mother, Noire nervously in tow behind her, and Cordelia discovered what real regret and utter terror felt like, because this was everything that could have possibly gone wrong. Her thighs tightened around Gaius's legs as she gripped nervously at the towel around her waist, adjusting it a little as she looked up at her daughter. "I haven't seen him in a little bit," she said, voice struggling to keep steady as Gaius's tongue pressed against her clit in that way that usually made her cry out in thrilled bliss. There would be none of that this time, but that didn't stop it from being agonizing locked inside of her.

Her daughter pouted, looking around as she said, "Panne said she saw him around here a few minutes ago." She sounded doubtful, not because she believed Cordelia was lying to her—she had little reason to—but because it was a little frustrating trying to find her father on a not-too-crowded beach if he'd up and vanished, sneaky as he was. "I wanted to thank him for buying me this bikini," she continued as her mother closed her eyes and just wished she would leave before something embarrassing happens. "Even if Inigo keeps staring at me. Which is the other reason I wanted to find daddy; he keeps inviting me to go skinny dipping, and I want someone to follow behind me and Noire so they can steal Inigo's trunks, and usually daddy likes helping me with that sort of thing."

"I haven't seen him, but I'll let him know," Cordelia groaned, trying desperately to keep still as Gaius's skilled tongue continued its magic, unbearable in just how good it was. She hated that she'd been talked so easily into this, that she was stuck talking to Severa and pretending everything was okay while her husband ate her out with the sort of vigor that said he was getting way too excited by their semi-public little fling. If it had only been him she could have managed, but his treatment was undoing her rather quickly, and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold on for very long, that she was in plenty of danger of getting caught even without Severa beside her.

"Do you mind if I sit here and wait for him to come back?" the younger girl asked, already settling down beside her mother. "We can talk in the meanwhile."

For the sake of not letting her voice spill out, she tried to say nothing, jaw quivering as her focus and effort went entirely to keeping it all in, for as maddening as it was. But no amount of effort was going to fully spare her as her orgasm struck, knees tight around her husband's head as her back arched a little, arms going up to try and pretend she was stretching, that the groan spilling out of her lips was just the result of her back easing its aches and kinks away, but it came out too heavy, to hard. Sounded almost frustrated, which she absolutely was, granted, but not at all as casual as she wanted.

Clicking her tongue, Severa stared furiously at her mother. "Fine," she muttered, standing back up. "If you want to be left alone you can just say so!" She stormed off, grabbing Noire by the wrist and taking her with her, leaving Cordelia in the angry afterglow atop her husband's licks, the worst part of all being that he licked her through her orgasm and well beyond it in the greedy desire for a second round, and it was only in hindsight that she realized just how good it felt. This was an infuriating turn-on that she hated herself for enjoying, but that didn't stop her from pressing down harder against his lips as he pushed her into a second round, desperately hoping that nobody was going to arrive and ruin anything further.

Which was when Sumia came by.