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"Are you sure you want to share a room?" Amity asked once more. G'raha smiled.
"I don't mind at all."
"And you're sure about the scale polishing?" Amity asked. G'raha held up her bottle of scale oil with a smile.
"Ready when you are!"
She smiled and pulled her coat off. It hid more of her curves than most things did, and suddenly G'raha was faced with the reality that Amity was not only a conniving coin pincher—dating, his backside—but she was also conventionally attractive. He wondered if she had features attractive to other Xaela. Then her shirt came off.
G'raha took a deep breath as she dragged her smallcothes over her scales and skin and—breathebreathebreathe, Raha! He slapped himself on the cheeks a couple times. Amity laughed.
"Haurchefant reacted the same way. Then he swooped in and felt up quite a bit more than my scales," Amity told him. G'raha squeaked.
They sat by the window as Amity pulled her hair into a bun, the ringlets straying away. G'raha rubbed polish across her scales.
"So why go to the trouble to shine them up?"
"It's also a moisturizer for the skin around the scales."
"Ooh," G'raha mewed. He rubbed over her shoulders and made her moan appreciatively. He suppressed his own. Further down her back were entire plates of scales that followed the planes of her muscles, erupting so smoothly from her skin he wondered where the join was.
"This is the part where Haurchefant started trying to seduce me," Amity said. "He claimed that I was seducing him! Can you believe it?"
"Oh, I can believe it," G'raha growled. Amity tilted her head, and while he couldn't see it, he could feel her smirking.
"G'raha? What's the matter?" she asked innocently. G'raha's hands froze on her hips.
"Amity," he intoned. "You are sneaky, manipulative..."
"Scales first," she reminded him. G'raha put a mark on the soft flesh of her throat and ran his hands over her body, feeling every scale intimately as he scooted closer and closer to her.