This might be one of my favourite chapter titles so far.

"So...", Moxxi started after their lips finally parted, "Do you want another drink? Or shall we move to a place that's not as dirty as this taproom?" Her question was humming with carnal hunger.

"You make every place look dirty", Mordecai quipped.

"And why would that be?" The barmaid gave him a dirty, cheeky look.

"That there is exactly why." He bared his teeth in a sassy grin.

"No more drink then?", she asked with a smile.

Mordecai sighed. "You know that I can never say no to another drink."

She chuckled, with a hint of disappointment.

"But on the other hand... I really have my hands full already with some mighty delicious ass. Would be a real shame to drop that for something as frigid as a cocktail

"Not even Rakk-ale?", she checked again to be sure, slightly surprised and slightly more contented.

The Vault Hunter snorted dismissively. "Fuck Rakk-ale."

"No", she purred sultrily and then whispered through her wet cherry lips: "Fuck me."

The breathy seductive words sent an exhilarating a rush of goosebumps along his spine. "Oh with great joy, honey." He leered at her with a lopsided smile.

The voluptuous brunette on Mordecai's hips sniggered and rubbed her pelvis against the tumescent bulge in his pants. "I'd prefer it if you did it with your cock." But suddenly she froze and narrowed her eyes. "Or is great joy what you call him these days?"

The hunter gave an apologetic smile. "No, actually I don't call him that. But I have to admit he really is pretty great."

She groaned and rolled her eyes. "You know, just because you suck at innuendo doesn't mean you should make puns."

"You don't like sucking?"

"No!" She slapped him. But then she looked away blushing and admitted with a shy smile: "Well actually I kind of do", before quickly regaining her composure and throwing another comeback at him. "But-" was all she could say before she was muted by a lingering kiss.

Finally Mordecai let her lips go."Want to get out of here then?", he asked in conspiratorial tone.

"Yes, please," she breathed and captured his mouth again with hungry urgency.

Mordecai shambled forward, relishing the intoxicating sweetness of Moxxi's lips but suddenly crashed into the liquor shelf, making the bottles shake in an agitated clangour.

"Mphu!" The barmaid emitted a muffled yelp, still occupied by their kiss. She let go of his athletic shoulders just long enough to point him into the right direction. "That way."

"This way?"

"Mhm!", was all Moxxi replied. She didn't bother quitting his embrace.

The hunter turned and staggered onward, kicking bottles across the floor and swiping empty glasses off the counter with Moxxi's fecund hips until he banged his knee against something hard. "Hijo de puta! Where the-?"

The brunette giggled. "The bar is continuous, silly. You have to lift up the door-flap over there to let us out."

Mordecai groaned annoyed and reached down to fumble blindly with the locking handle. "God dammit!", he cursed and sat his wanton cargo down on the counter. Without further ado he just hopped over the impenetrable obstacle, grabbed Moxxi by her hips, twirled her around on the messy surface of the bar and suddenly she sat opposite him again, her legs enticingly splayed.