It's a little too easy, but it's meant to be, isn't it? Neither of them are very good at listening to their betters, but this kind of cooperative movement — the simplest kind of give and take — comes naturally, regardless of their unnatural circumstances or the unnatural happenstance that brought them both here. Auron's loathe to think about it, but when isn't he thinking about it? Even with the weight of another body on top of his...

That's why he's never sought the people in this city. One reason, anyway. It would do him little good.

Auron's neck bends with the rest of his body and he blinks his eye shut. There isn't enough room to reach between them, bodies folded flush together, so he works with his hands where they are; presses his palms up and down the tender insides of the thighs spread astride his hips, before lastly pulling at the fabric still clinging close to his skin. He stops once it's halfway off of his hips.