When he'd called for one of his girls, he hadn't been sure who exactly would be brought up. When it Chu Hua that was delivered to him, he was elated: he could really use the help with his latest Drachman conjugations.
"Chu Hua, I'm so glad you came! This whole 'vocative versus nominative' thing is really throwing me." He picked up the scrolls he was working on and presented them to her for inspection. She always seemed to understand these kinds of things far easier than he ever could.
She flicked her eyes over his work carefully, ever serious, as always. Then she said, pointing a delicate finger at the tail end of a verb, "See what you did. When addressing someone directly, you should use 'e' , not 'o'."
Ling tilted his assignment back toward himself and checked it over. She was right, as always. "You always spot these things so quickly. I've been looking over these all afternoon."
"You poor thing, you must be all tense now."
Ling scratched the back of his neck. "Well, maybe a little bit."
"Let me help you with that," she said, smiling deviously.
A few minutes later, his pants were tangled around his ankles as she serviced him on her knees, and he was definitely feeling far more relaxed than before. Funny how this worked like that. His eyes were closed, and he let himself sink into the sensations of her mouth and his even breathing. The tension in his shoulders relaxed, as did the stiffness in his neck. Briefly, he wondered how much longer his knees would hold out before he'd need to sit down on the bed. The heat of her tongue as it worked over him seemed to spread through his entire body. Her teeth were almost cold in comparison. Wait, why were her teeth involved?