Kitai sighed. “Typical.” Cloth rustled.
“What do you mean?” Tavi asked. “On!”
When the lamp came up again, she stood before him, naked and beautiful, and Tavi nearly exploded with wanting her as a surge of lust and joy and love and triumph blazed through him.
“What I mean, Aleran,” she said quietly, “is that all this time you were acting as if it was some kind of monumental task. When it is so
simple.
” She turned her head enough to regard the furylamp and said, firmly, “Off.”
The lamp went out.
And before Tavi’s utter shock could really register, Kitai pressed him down to the floor and stopped his mouth with a kiss.
Tavi decided the crowbegotten lamp could wait.
There were more important things.