S2 E2 - Nuns…

He wakes up to Camille's lovely face right in his. She is breathing gently on him, so close she is slightly blurry, and she smells wonderful. His surprised pleasure is momentarily given a knock however, "Now, young man, let's see those underpants! This is a snap inspection. My slipper is on the ready!"

He freezes for a moment in remembered panic… then the bad memory crumbles like so many others she's overcome in the past months by her sheer Life Force… and he cocks an eyebrow and curls a lip, "Hah! The joke's on YOU. I haven't GOT any underpants, so there!"

She climbs atop and conducts a most thorough investigation… finally relenting in utter failure to find the tiniest hint of an undergarment, "I see! Well, there's a special punishment for bad boys like you!"

"Oh, yes? And you think you're woman enough to give it to me?"

"I know I am. Are you man enough to take it?"

"We shall see, won't we?"

… and Bikinis…

She is teasing him again, laughing down into his contented countenance, "Oh, you were so cute! Trying to ignore all those bikinis. Were you doing it to be polite for me… or were you really terrified of such little scrapes of fabric?"

"It wasn't the fabric, as you well know. It was the women beneath. How can a person show so little decorum? How am I to deal with such a person? Which is, of course, why I don't deal with them at all. That's your job."

"Oui…" she sighs, settling down over his heart, "…my job. And I take it very seriously. Nothing shall get to The Richard but through me!"

"Yes, and you are so fearsome that no one has terrified me since… other than you yourself, naturally."

She chuckles, "Naturally. Lucky me."

He hums a bit, plays with her hair, strokes her back. She hums echoes, stretches.

"Speaking of bikinis…" he murmurs.

"Were we? I thought that was a forbidden topic."

"Hardly forbidden, just avoided at all costs… but… whatever became of your bikini?"

"The one I was wearing on James Lavender's yacht?"

"Yes. Where IS that little excuse of a swimsuit? I never saw it again."

"I outgrew it."

"Outgrew it? How do you outgrow a bikini? There's hardly anything there begin with. What's to outgrow?"

She sits up, straddles him, cups her breasts and leans forward to demonstrate, "I-out-grew-it! Almost like I'm getting more exercise or something. What makes one body part grow yet others not?"

"Well, I jolly well know one thing that works on me and you're doing it right now!" He pulls her down and grazes blissfully.

She arches her back and groans, "Now… you see… I think you found the cause. If you'd only stop doing that then I might be able to get back into that suit."

He mumbles against soft velvety skin, "Call THAT a suit? Huh. I never really liked it… didn't suit you at all. I think cream is more your colour."

Smiling down at him, she enjoys the contrast of their skins, "So do I. Cream is perfect."

A green eye gleams briefly before slipping closed again, "And me? My colour?"

"Oh, café au lait! Definitely. You glow when wrapped in that colour."

He smiles, "I do, don't I? Lucky me to have so much of it on hand at all times."

She settles down and sighs, "Say goodbye forever to that bikini. I'll never get back into it at this rate."

"Small price to pay for such perfectitude…"

"That isn't even a word!"

"It is now. I'll call it in to the Oxford Committee first thing tomorrow morning."

"Yes… but perhaps not FIRST thing, oui?"

"Oui," he agrees, settling her hips over his in a further display of his own perfectitude.

... and the Healing Waters of the Holy Spring

Cool knowing hands on his body.

He can feel the magical powers of the Holy Spring now!

Oh, yes, indeed.

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