"It's okay for you to stare, Zevran, if only because I'm guilty of staring too," She bit her lower lip and slid her skirt up just a little more, taking one of Zevran's hands into her own to slip it against the band of her panties.
"I'm glad that my memory didn't just make things up and you really are as handsome as I remembered you. And built, and tattooed, with that smile you've got." It was a sad smile underneath, but it was also layered with a smile that only a man who knew how good he was in bed could have, that lopsided, cocksure, all too charming grin that could melt even the iciest woman's heart if he flashed it at just the right time. She'd fallen in love with that, first.
"I shouldn't feel so guilty for being so enamored with you. I'm sure a lot of girls have been." Michelle whispered, arching against him so he could do away with her panties. "I'm just guilty of fantasizing about you almost every night since I was just a girl."