Lust drew herself up from the slightly swinging bed and stood in front of him in all her glory, her skin flushed and almost glowing, her hair a glorious mane of red around her face. She flicked it back over her shoulders and tilted onto one hip to watch Much.
"I have things to do," Lust told him, stepping forward so that she could press her warm palm against his stomach, thumb brushing over his own warm skin. "You can go home now."