In combat, you roll with the punches. In other things it was much the same. So far from reeling, Aeryn responded with equal fierceness.

And if that kiss caught her off guard, she didn't show it. Nails dug into Plourr's shoulder, but she only allowed herself a moment of pleasure, wriggling her trousers off the rest of the way.

"I don't think --" A pause in the middle, breath not at all even. "-- your royal garb was made for this."