Sett went up and wrapped his hand around Ismera, he placed his forehead against hers. "But you will not die."
"Everyone dies, kid."
Sett leaned forward, but she placed a finger on his lips. "Not here, this is sacred grounds. Respect our ancestors."
"The dead cannot receive respect anyway."
She sighed, but the resistance in her eyes wavered. Slowly, her hand fell away. Ismera was not the type to respect traditions and ancestors.
On the other hand, Sett believed that his ancestors wouldn't take offense to their offspring being a bit cheeky. After all, if he were the one in their place, he would just feel proud that his descendant was flirting with a woman more than twice his age.
Heh.
Sett leaned forward and took Ismera's soft lips with a kiss. He invaded her sweet, wine-tasting mouth with his tongue. His hand instinctively pulled her closer to him, pressing her against himself.
She did not resist, letting him be boulder than usual with the kiss.
