The window didn't bother Luna, not even a little. She lived her entire life in the fully glass house of Peitho and had been fucked against those windows many a time. She was also the most frequent 'model' of her mistress' very popular porn site - any shame or embarrassment she might have once had for people seeing her in intimate moments had long been burned away - for the better, Luna thought.
"I got that one at nineteen," she said, not having to check which tattoo he was referring to there. "Most of my tattoos I got done over the space of a year." She only had the one on her chest, the biggest design of all her tattoos and the one that had taken the longest. (Most of the others had only been one or two sessions at most, Luna getting them because she enjoyed the intimacy of being tattooed by her husband, and because her husband liked leaving his mark.)
The question about kissing her neck was slightly strange - had he felt her tense in that moment earlier? Had she not been as subtle as she'd wanted to be? "You can kiss me anywhere you like," Luna told him with forced ease, her hands running along his sides.