Pokora's face turned red and she bit her lips. "For real?" she probed, and her voice shook a little.
I nodded, looking down at her lips then up to meet her eyes. "100%," I assured her.
The Elf stood up, turned to the forest, and produced her bow.
My eyes widened a little. Ayo? I thought and looked around.
She aimed between the trees and shot an arrow, then aimed in the opposite direction and shot another.
The projectiles cut through the air with a sharp whistle and made a thunk noise when they hit a tree.
Pokora turned to me and her eyes shone with blue-ish light.
The E'er around the camp shifted slightly and then calmed down.
The Archer stored her weapon and walked to me. "Making sure nothing interrupts," she supplied, then sat on my lap.
I nodded. "How does it-?" I started asking.
Pokora covered my lips with hers, interrupting my question with an aggressive kiss. Her arms went around my neck and she pressed us together with as much strength as she could put out.
