Woken by a Familiar Face

"Shit," said the voice. "You've barely made any progress."

Grimm suddenly realized he wasn't alone. He bolted upright, ready to rumble...

...and promptly slammed his face into soft flesh. Grimm sputtered and dropped back down, looking up at his intruder. Or at least, he would have, if his view wasn't totally obscured by a rockin' pair of tits. A familiar pair of tits.

"Mars?" Grimm asked, gaze fixed on the woman crouching over him.

"That's me!" Mars exclaimed, scooting back. She was on her knees, and had been leaning over his face. "I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd check in."

"So early?" Grimm was groggy.

"I wasn't planning on it. I assumed that you, intrepid adventurer you are, would be far away by now."

"I needed to get some supplies first."

"A good mercenary would already have everything he needs."

Grimm snorted. "Well, a broke mercenary needs cash first."

Mars laughed. "Yikes. Dry spell?"

"Dry spell." Grimm sat up, nearly brushing against Mars's tits. He rubbed the back of his head. "You don't need to check in. I'll make more headway tomorrow. Need to get some rest first."

Mars crossed her arms over her chest. "It's, like, two in the afternoon."

"It's nice weather for a nap."

Mars laughed again. "Fair point. You're not a talkative one, are you?"

"Not usually, no." Grimm scratched his arm. "I can't say the same for you."

"Yeah," Mars said, planing her palms in the grass and leaning back. "I've got the gift of gab."

_That's not the only gift you've got_, thought Grimm. His eyes drifted toward her glorious rack.

"Listen, while I'm here," Mars said...