“What?” Cicero exclaimed as the man denied her attempt to take the boots. She didn’t let go, leaning closer into Tam. The woman looked up to perhaps tell Tam off, reprimand him for being so difficult, but her words disappeared as his lips suddenly met hers. It was a strong kiss, one of determination. Cicero let go of the boots, attempting to keep balanced on the ledge despite the dizzy feeling that was hitting her.
What was the man doing? Didn’t he have a wife and family here in Denerim? Hadn’t he spoke of them occasionally as if he loved them? Cicero thoughts blurred together into confusion by the more physical feelings running through her body. The tension in the room had soaked into her skin, making her muscles ache.
The kiss only lasted seconds before Cicero suddenly moved her head to the side. Gasping, she presented her cheek to Tam. She stared at the window ledge. Her breath was ragged. With each intake of breath, her chest heaved up against the man’s torso. Placing her hands on Tam’s chest, she opened her mouth, “Tam, we.... you... I didn’t kno.. we have a job.... and you, you have a family, Tam.” She kept her gaze away from the man. Cicero feared if she looked at him, her reasoning and words would be lost forever and the passionate tension from before would swallow them whole.