I Swear to Drunk I'm Not God

The playful, drunken actions of her inebriated brother brought soft chuckles and laughter from Bowen as she helped him up the long stairwell. They had to make frequent stops, but she didn't mind. Bo knew that she'd eventually get him where he needed to be. Art hummed a happy little tune and sang a little song here and there, all with her shushing him in between and reminding him that others were sleeping and that he needed to be quiet lest he woke them. In time, they made it to his chamber and Bowen shut the door behind them.

Artorias seemed in good spirits and not at all sick, thankfully. She would sit with him through the night if he was ill, but she would rather he didn't get that far. As the pair rested together, him on the bed, her on the stone floor with her chin on the mattress, Artorias fixed her with his golden eyes and she could see the thoughts form in his mind. He was easy to read, especially when his inhibitions were low. When she jokingly asked what she was going to do with him, of course he had an answer. Cuddling. He wanted to cuddle. Bowen smirked, one copper brow raising. He was cheeky, that was for sure. Haiku was asleep in her room and didn't know that she'd gone due to having his own drinks. It wouldn't be the first time that she'd slipped away to spend time with Artorias, so she was sure he'd understand. Still, she imagined that her drunken sibling would pass out on his own soon and she would simply go back to her own room.

Then Art slid his tongue along her soft, pink pads. Damn him... Bowen's gaze instantly took on that lustful glaze and her innards clenched hard. She knew what he wanted and she couldn't deny that she wanted it too. Her time back with the pack and in the company of her two lovers had helped to alleviate the urgency in her libido. She didn't need sex constantly anymore, but she wanted it often. It was an easy feat to flip the switch of her lust and both Haiku and Artorias knew just how to do it. He went a step further and begged with a soft please. Bowen was audibly fixated by nature. The sounds of her lovers could raise her to heights of passion like nothing else. Their words, their sighs, their groans and growls. Sweet nothings and rough everythings. The claret and cream fae looked at her brother for one long moment, then stood and left the room without a word.

Moments later she returned with a small bucket of water, the handle grasped lightly between her teeth. Bowen placed the water before Artorias. "Drink. You're going to need it." She pushed the bucket between his paws on the mattress. "Besides, if you think I'm kissing you with your mouth all winey..." She shrugged, brows lifting. She was toying with him, of course, but it would be nice if he had a clean mouth to taste. And she definitely planned on tasting it.

"Speech"