[Beau's hand sliding around her side, and Jester relaxes a little, sighing softly against the monk's mouth as their kiss deepens. Her own hand lands on Beau's knee below the bubbling surface of the water.
When Beau pulls away, Jester blinks a few times, a shy smile breaking across her face.]
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When Beau pulls away, Jester blinks a few times, a shy smile breaking across her face.]
I didn't hate that.