She doesn’t want to miss the opportunity

Lux stands up and walks over to Olan, hands behind her back so that her tunic stretches even more tightly. Seated, he’s pretty much at eye level to her chest, and she can tell he’s having difficulty looking her in the eye instead. “You’re not going to make me beg again, are you?” she asks.

Olan clears his throat. “You need to be resting,” he says.

Lux loops her arms around the back of Olan’s neck, before sliding her hands down his shoulderblades. His strong body, that took such care of her, in more ways than one – now half-wrapped up in bandages, but somehow more attractive to her. She traces her fingertips along his arm, feeling the calloused skin, the powerful muscles underneath.

He looks at her helplessly. “Lux, I can’t…”

“I promise I’ll be gentle,” Lux murmurs.

“No, I didn’t mean – ” He sighs, reaching out to take Lux’s hand. “Lux – don’t get me wrong, you made me feel alive in a way I haven’t felt in…a while. But I’m old enough to be your father, for heavens’ sake.”

“I guess so,” Lux says. “I never met my father.”

“That probably explains a few things…”

“What?”

“Nothing.” Olan shakes his head. “Look – Lux, I’m too old for wild flings. You need to know that – whatever is between us, it can’t last…”

Lux nods. “Then let’s make the most of it while it does last,” she says, as she lowers herself to her knees.

Olan’s eyes go wide. “Oh, fuck,” he mumbles, as Lux reaches to unfasten his breeches.