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Who: Isabela and lovers of smutty filth
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: SS Huntress
When: Now.

[Isabela is holding an extremely classy looking novel with a woman tenderly kissing a shirtless, kilted man on the cover.]

My dear friend Fenris has been kind enough to lend this to me, so since it's been a while since anyone read extracts from one of his books here I thought I'd share part of it with all of you.

[Just let her flick to a part that's actually somewhat interesting...]

She felt Donal's thighs flexing against her own as he guided the horse on a path through the woods, and the scent of the man, even though she was currently a woman and not a wulver, made her salivate. Her whole body seemed to want to melt against his on the saddle, as if the motion of the horse could drive them together and make them one.

He didn't have to tell her to hang on- but she did. She hung onto him as if he were her second skin, as if she could crawl inside him. She clung to him, trembling, not understanding her own feelings at this closeness, at the way they moved together on the saddle.

Kirsten thought she felt him chuckle at the way her fingers locked feverishly around his waist, at the way she clutched him between her legs, and wondered if he knew she was bare and exposed beneath her plaid.

Because Donal MacFalon seemed determined to give her the ride of her life...

[She flicks it shut, though keeps her page marked with a finger]

I haven't even got to the good parts yet, but honestly if that's just riding the horse I can't wait until it gets to the part where she rides him.

I'm not sure if the fact I can't stop picturing Donal as Sebastian makes this book better or worse.

[Spoiler, it almost makes her wish he was here just so she can tell him the hero of a smutty book reminds her of him.]

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[Fenris is making that face he makes when he's regretting his life choices. He makes it a lot, lately. ]

I think you need to learn the difference between 'lending' and 'stealing'.

...Do you read it in Sebastian's voice, too?

[He should probably feel more...awkward and shameful about that than he actually does. ]

Isabela.

[Bright red, sputtering, the whole works.]

This isn't -- you can't -- what is wrong with you?

If I'd stolen it then I wouldn't be planning to give it back to you.

[Please, Fenris. She knows the difference. She just doesn't have much respect for it. She takes a moment to read a paragraph quickly through in her head in Sebastian's voice, grin widening as she does so.]

I will now. Can you imagine the blush he'd have reading this?

My dear, I feel like I ought to be asking that of you.

[She has no idea what could be causing her to sputter like that. Really.]

What is a 'wulver'?

A sexy version of a werewolf.

I doubt anyone would write erotica based upon a real one.

Why. Why are you reading pornography in public?

[Face, meet palm.]

Stop. Just... stop.

Aveline.

[Why are you such a spoilsport?]

They're riding a horse. It's hardly pornography.

I am unfamiliar with the term.

[AUDIBLE SIGH ]

So that is how you define it.

Blush? I imagine he would probably have some sort of seizure.

But it's going to--

[Ugh. Ugh ugh ugh.]

There are children in the fleet. You do realise that.

Umm...

[ Now that she's poking her head in the room Isabela's in, she can better see the cover of the book. Judging from the blush on Elize's face, she did listen to parts of the broadcast. She's not going to comment on any of it... ]

Isabela, would you like some tea while you read?

Ooh, you can't stop there. Who knows what could happen next! The suspense is killing me.

[That the book is apparently Fenris's just makes this 1000000x more entertaining.]

[Hello Isabela, there's the sound of someone choking on his tea and then snickering--and then quickly stopping--outside your room.]

Ugh.

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[ She's more than a little amused by this sudden interruption; how strange a use of this worldly linkshell. ]

Never have I taken plaid for a romantic cloth.

My, I never came across those in my time aboard Fenris' ship. I had no idea the other had such tastes.

_{[ Whether that was good or bad he kept to himself, though he could appreciate the male form on the cover. ]}

Though I suspect the author has never ridden pillion in their life.

_{[ Because that is definitely the most important thing to take away from that sample. ]}

[She's more in the business of embarrassing adults than children, but oh well. She doesn't seem too traumatised and there are definitely more explicit extracts she could have read.]

I think this is more of a wine sort of novel, my dear, but if you're making tea I would love some. I can always finish this later.

[Preferably out loud in Aveline's presence.]

[Isabela grins, happily opening the book back to the page she was at. Then she frowns, disappointed.]

Oh, I was hoping for something a bit more interesting. All they're doing is reuniting her with an old friend I don't think she's about to have sex with. Perhaps I should skip ahead...

[Excuse her as she flicks through the pages.]

[She doesn't miss that snicker, and she's absolutely delighted when she identifies just who it's coming from.]

Cullen! Do come in, sweetness. There's no need to eavesdrop. I'd be happy to read the rest to you.

I think it's less the cloth than what he wears beneath it.

[Spoilers: it's nothing.]

Fenris has the most enjoyable collection. I could see about letting you borrow some if you wish.

[By which she probably just means taking them and maybe putting them back later.]

It's not about whether she's ridden pillion. It's about making it sound erotic, which I must say she does quite well.

[Shhhhh, it's a completely acceptable definition.]

Do you? [Isabela, you probably shouldn't sound intrigued by inducing seizures.] I've always wondered what it would be like to get him that flustered.

I do. There's one on my ship for that matter. I wasn't planning on reading the filthier parts to them.

From the stories I hear they're usually former humans transformed to part wolf by bite or curse. They're quite viscous and not at all attractive.

[ it's you.

sorry, isabela: katara might actually openly gape at her communicator for a split second, before she hastily tries to compose herself into something a little less shocked and a little more casually neutral. ]

Is this really appropriate?

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