Against the couch.

“Here, lie down against the back of the couch, and I will give you a massage,” Steve told Kaya.

Kaya trotted around to the back of the couch while flicking her tail, Steve understood the suggestion. “So, what kind of art?” He asked as she lay down.

“Well, we have some traditional painting styles and materials,” she began as he stepped over her and settled into the saddle of her back. “Oh, how forward of you Steve.”

“Umm, sorry?” He said his hands paused inches from her shoulders.

Kaya laughed, “You would have noticed that Centaurs can’t ride each other?” Steve pressed into her shoulder gently as she continued her voice started to trail out at the comforting and pleasant sensation. “Other races who can know to not try unless invited, it’s considered rude to assume that privilege.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve said pausing, Kaya’s grunt of dissatisfaction suggested he should continue, “I didn’t mean to be presumptuous.”

“Oh I understood that,” Kaya groaned as he started working at knots in her shoulders, “and it’s quite alright. You and Jan can ride me if you like.”

Steve was unsure if Kaya was referencing horseback riding, or ‘riding’ her, and chuckled. “So you are going to learn art formally and try and apply your home’s methods to it?”

Kaya nodded not saying much else before adding, “I like feeling your naked body against me, I don’t want you to ever stop.”

Steve laughed as he slid his hands under the clasp of her necklace to massage her neck. “We have plenty of time,” he spoke softly to his girlfriend as he massaged the knots from her flesh. “Kaya, you told me the other day that you would be fertile soon.”

“That’s right,” she said moaning again.

“I should get some condoms when we are done with your massage, before we get carried away.”

Kaya’s laugh was light and charming, “Wait for Jan, then we can talk about that kind of thing. But it reminds me, are we going to eat tonight, or just experience each other?”

“I would like to eat something, and by that, I mean food,” he paused, “I’m sorry, this is our first date, and we didn’t organise anything nice for dinner.”

Kaya laughed again, “So it is a human custom to have a nice meal as a date, it is with us as well, which is why I brought some things.” She craned her neck backwards, “Come, let’s go to the kitchen, you can strip and keep me company while I cook, and in the quite times, when I am not holding a knife or hot water, maybe we can do something else.” As she spoke Kaya stood up and Steve, instinctively, wrapped his arms around her torso to steady himself. “You can hold on a little higher if you like,” Kaya suggested as his hands brushed the bottom of her breasts.