It was the late afternoon, and the sky was growing red as the sun went down. A small wagon drawn by two horses was traveling through the rocky desert, with many chests stacked inside it. Two figures were sitting at the front of the wagon; one wore a red robe. The other wore a set of heavy armor and was driving the carriage. The robed figure spoke:
“There’s something about our mission that’s been bothering me, Ceth.”
“What is it?”
“It seems that Empress Zelsi could have sent some soldiers to help us deliver our cargo.”
“I greatly object! They’ve got the biggest, strongest dwarf of all guarding this carriage. You can’t do better than that.”
“So why didn’t she send a real Archpriest instead of having me dress up as one?” Aatos gestured towards the deep red robes that he was wearing.
“Well, there are less than a hundred Archpriests in the entire Empire. It’s hard to spare one. Plus, you know a little bit of fire magic so you’ve got just enough credibility so any bandits we run into won’t screw with you.”
“I’m not nearly as strong an Archpriest, though. I think that you just wanted an excuse for me to come along with you. And the fact that I’m way too big to be a dwarf makes me stick out.”
“There are a few human Archpriests in the realm, and don’t forget that there are human lands where people worship the ur-Fire. They can’t see your pointy ears under that hood. Besides, you speak centaur better than almost anyone else in the realm and I don’t.”
Aatos sighed. He loved Cethaz but she always had excuses for everything.
“Ceth, there’s something else that I’ve noticed. We’re just giving all this treasure to the Khagan of the centaurs. It kind of feels like we’re paying him off so he won’t raid us.”
“Oh no, nothing could be further from the truth. This is an old tradition that dates back to the treaty that ended the great centaur invasion of Ardaroun, showing the friendship between dwarves and centaurs.”
“Yeah, about that. I looked in the library’s archives and the oldest reference to giving treasure to the centaurs is from five years ago. It’s not an old tradition.”
Cethaz stared blankly ahead.
Aatos said, “I… I didn’t bring this up earlier because I know you’re sensitive about anything that suggests that the empire isn’t quite what it used to be…”
Cethaz’ head snapped back towards Aatos and she gave him an icy stare.
“Not… one… word… about that.”
The two of them sat in awkward silence for several minutes before Aatos, desperate for anything that would change the subject, spotted something off in the distance.
“Hey, I think that waterfall is up ahead.”
Cethaz peered off into the distance. “Yes, I think that’s it.”
By the time they got to the river, the sun had almost set. The river wasn’t much to speak of, but it was nice to see any water at all in this arid climate. The waterfall also wasn’t very big; the water came down over the cliff in several small streams. A small, weary bridge spanned the river; Cethaz stopped the horses, got off of the wagon and said,
“This seems like a good place to make camp for the night. It should only take a few hours for us to get to centaur territory from her when we get up tomorrow.”
Aatos began to remove their bedrolls from the wagon. “That sounds good to me.”
“Aatos… Aatos…”
Aatos opened his eyes with some reluctance. “Cethie… the sun isn’t even up yet, why are you waking me up…”
“I thought that maybe we could watch the sunrise together. It would be so romantic.”
Aatos rubbed his eyes. “I guess that it would be okay, honey- just give me a minute or two to get my bearings.”
He got out of his bedroll and yawned. He was nude, as he usually was when he slept; Cethaz was wearing her athletic underwear.
“Here, let me cast a light spell,” Aatos said. He waved his hand and summoned up an azure orb of light. The two of them climbed up to the top of the short cliff, off to the side of the waterfall, and the ball of light followed them as they ascended. When they got to the top, they sat down and waited for the sun to come up.
“You’re a really good climber, Cethie. I’m surprised.”
“Are you surprised that I’m a good climber because I’m so much smaller than you?”
Aatos hemmed and hawed. He and Cethaz had been arguing quite a bit over their journey, and he struggled to think of an answer. Fortunately, he found another chance to change the subject.
“Look, the sun is coming up!”
The couple looked off to the east as the sun peeked out over the horizon. The two of them looked on. Aatos thought that maybe the beauty of nature would help heal the rift between them.
“It’s so beautiful and majestic,” he said.
“It’s the ur-Fire looking down on earth. It’s wonderful.” Cethaz rested her head against Aatos’ shoulder.
“I’m so happy that I could see this with you, Cethie.”
“I am too, Willow.”
They waited a few minutes before Cethaz said,
“You know, honey, that waterfall does seem like a nice, relaxing place for some… sexy activity.”
Aatos smiled. They hadn’t made love since they had left the city of Zalfahan; he knew that Cethaz loved having sex in the water. “That sounds like a great idea, Cethie. Let’s climb down and get under that waterfall.”
After they made their way down the cliff, Cethaz asked,
“Could you do the honors, Willow?”
Aatos opened her bra from the front, revealing her heavy, tanned breasts. As he bent down to kiss her, he felt them press up against him. They were so soft, a contrast to the rest of her firm, muscular body. He gave Cethaz a soft kiss on her mouth and held her in his arms, dropping her brassiere to the ground behind her. She responded by sticking her tongue into his mouth and putting her hands on his smooth chest, caressing it with her fingertips. Aatos felt himself growing hard as their embrace tightened; he put his hands on her underwear and worked it down her legs until she was fully nude.
“Shall we go into the water, Cethie?”
“Of course, my sweet Willow.”
They clasped their hands together and walked into the river. Aatos shivered a bit as he felt the coolness of the water, but it was a welcome relief from the desert’s arid climate. They walked directly under the waterfall and he saw that there was a small cave behind it.
“Ooh, do you want to see what’s in that cave?” he said.
“Sure, let’s find out!”
They went through the waterfall and the blue orb of light followed them. It illuminated a cavern that was about the size of a small room. The floor was covered in water that only made it up about halfway to Cethaz’ knees.
“I guess that caves behind waterfalls in real life aren’t like the ones in fairy tales,” Aatos said. “There isn’t nearly enough room in here to store a treasure hoard.”
“Yeah, I guess I was expecting something a little more… majestic.” Cethaz smiled and jiggled her chest for Aatos to see. “Now, who wants to rub down some tits?”
Aatos felt conflicted about the way that Cethaz would blurt out crude things like that. On one hand, it reminded him more of a little of things that some of his male friends said about women that he couldn’t stand. On the other hand, she was saying it about herself, and he couldn’t say that he didn’t want to give her chest a nice massage…
He took her wet breasts in his hands; they looked so wonderful in the blue light, with small droplets of water all over them. He kneaded them, moving them in circles as he felt his erection grow. Cethaz had an ecstatic expression on her face as he rubbed her; she closed her eyes as her mouth opened with bliss.
“Ohhhh, Willow, I think I’m already starting to get wet.”
“But you’re already wet from the waterfall, just like me.” Aatos smiled.
“You know what I mean- I’m wet down there.”
Aatos got down on his knees in the shallow, crystal clear water; he wanted to get a little closer to her beautiful chest. He put his mouth on her nipple and sucked at it, feeling the little nub harden inside his mouth. He grasped her firm, wet bottom and she cried out “Willow, ah! That’s it, keep doing that.” Aatos pressed his fingers harder onto her butt as he moved to her other breast; Cethaz oohed and aahed as he twirled his tongue around her nipple.
And then she pushed him off of her. “What was that for?” he asked.
“You gave my boobs such a nice time, now I want to do something really sweet for you.” She motioned for Aatos to get up and she planted a kiss on his nipple before she started to suck on it. Aatos shuddered with delight; his nipple felt hot under her lips. Cethaz put her little hand on his erection, lightly brushing her wet fingers against it at first before she circled them around his throbbing penis. Then she rapidly moved her hand back and forth while Aatos gasped with pleasure. He felt jolts of hot passion go through him as she worked on his hard shaft; Cethaz took her hand off of him before she bent down on her knees and took him in her mouth.
“Cethie, Cethie, ahh…” Aatos trembled at the warm wetness of her mouth, feeling her tongue rubbing against his length. Cethaz was bobbing her head back and forth, and Aatos put his hands onto her head, tangling his fingers in her short, wet, blue-black hair. She cradled his testicles with her left hand while her right hand drummed her fingers on his flat, pale stomach.
And then Cethaz took him out of her mouth, looked up at him, and asked, “What do you want to do now, honey? Do you want me to finish you off, or to go deep inside me?”
Aatos thought for a second. He felt that he hadn’t done enough for Cethaz yet, and she had brought him so close to orgasm that he wanted to cool off a little.
“Why don’t I touch you a little bit down there?”
Cethaz smiled. “That sounds great.”
The two of them sat down in the cool water, and Aatos gently kissed Cethaz as he moved his hand below the water’s surface, down between her legs. He could feel her thick pubic hair floating around underwater, and he moved his fingers to her pearl and brushed them against it. Cethaz’ muscles tensed up as he stimulated her clitoris. Aatos began to slide his middle finger along her entrance while his index finger rubbed her jewel.
“Oh Willow, that’s so amazing, ah!” Her voice grew higher and higher as Aatos’ fingers accelerated, making her tremble as Aatos held her with his other arm. He always felt so proud whenever he made her feel this good; it was so satisfying.
“Is there anything else that you want, Cethie?”
“Kiss me… please!” Her breathing grew heavier as she closed her eyes and her mouth hung open in bliss.
Aatos moved his mouth onto hers, not slowing his fingers one bit as he kissed her deeply. They gazed into each others’ eyes as their tongues embraced; Cethaz tried to scream but it was muffled against Aatos’s mouth. That was when he knew that she had reached her orgasm; he looked into her green eyes, which were wide open in ecstasy. After it looked like Cethaz was coming down from her peak, he moved off of her and asked, “Was it good, Peachie?”
“It… it was wonderful. You’re so good with your hands, honey.”
“I want to go inside you now, Cethie.”
“How do you want to take me?”
“Why don’t you decide?”
Cethaz paused for a second. “I want you to penetrate me underwater.” She moved over to the only flat wall in the cavern and leaned against it, and spread her legs wide. Aatos stared at her in the blue light; she was so gorgeous, with a smile that was so inviting and genuine. He walked over to her, put his hand under the water, and maneuvered his hard penis to her entrance under the water. Then he pushed his hips forward, and Cethaz shrieked with delight as he entered it.
Aatos was in ecstasy- he loved being inside her but she felt even wetter than normal. He rocked back and forth, back and forth, feeling her hot tightness gripping him as he buried himself deep inside her. Cethaz held her arms behind his back to hold him even closer as she cried,
“Harder, Willow, harder!”
“Oh Peachie, I… I love you so much…” The sweet warmth inside Aatos’ loins was building and building and building as her wall spasmed around him, and Cethaz screamed,
“I’m coming!”
“I am too, Cethie!”
Aatos released himself deep inside her, and he gave her kiss after kiss on her face. After his orgasm had fully subsided, he pulled out of her, stood up, and gave her his hand.
“Come on, we’ve got some valuable cargo to deliver.”
Cethaz took his hand and stood up. “Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to leave all that there so we could have sex, there could be bandits around.”
“Eh, not a whole lot of people come this way. I’m sure our wagon will be fine.”
They walked out of the cave, and Aatos saw that their wagon was just as they left it. Their horses were lying down to sleep, as the dwarven breeds were wont to do.
“See, I told you so.” Aatos said.
“That’s good. Now let’s get dressed and finish this mission.”
“Look, there’s the smoke from the Khagan’s camp!”
“Finally, I was wondering just how close to the border they were.” Cethaz said.
“Now remember, Ceth, treat our horses like royalty in front of those centaurs.”
Cethaz sighed silently. Of course she knew that, he had told her half a dozen times already.
When they arrived at the camp, Cethaz was stunned. The centaurs were just as she had imagined them, with tanned, muscular humanoid torsos attached to the bodies of horses. There were only a few tents in the settlement, as centaurs usually eschewed any type of shelter unless the weather was poor. Aatos uttered a few words in a guttural tongue to a well-armored centaur at the outskirts of the camp, and he led the two of them and their wagon to the center, where many centaurs were gathered around an older, bearded centaur dressed in a fine purple tunic. The older centaur addressed them in Dwarvish:
“Welcome, friends from the Dwarven Empire. We of the Whitetail Clan welcome your gift and symbol of eternal friendship between our nations.”
Cethaz was relieved that Khagan Barjik could speak Dwarvish. She hated being the only person in the room who didn’t understand what was going on, which had happened several after she and Aatos had gotten together.
Aatos answered, “Thank you, Your Majesty.” He and Cethaz began to unload their wagon, bringing the chests before Khagan Barjik. The Khagan opened one of them to reveal precious jewelry and gold, and smiled.
“The Empress has outdone herself this year. I invite the two of you to partake in the Ceremony of the Hogweed, as is customary for the messengers who bring the yearly gift.”
Cethaz was a little anxious about this part. She knew that the ceremony involved taking some weird hallucinogenic drug, but she didn’t want to seem like an ungrateful guest.
“Of course we will. To do otherwise would be rude.”
“Then the shaman will bring you two the leaf of the steppe hogweed, and you shall eat it and experience the holy visions. Very few outlanders get to experience this.”
Aatos looked at Cethaz and whispered, “Uh, Cethaz, you didn’t tell me about this ritual. You know that I don’t even like to drink, and now you’ve agreed to have us participate in this ceremony where we’ll see visions? What kind of crazy stuff am I going to see?”
“Wait, you didn’t know about this?”
“I’ve heard of their use of these kinds of drugs, but taking them myself wasn’t in the deal!”
Cethaz realized that Aatos was right; she hadn’t told him that they’d be expected to take the hogweed leaf.
“I… I’m so sorry…”
“Look, I’ll eat the damn leaves. But I want you to be more thoughtful in the future.”
The centaur shaman had approached them with some of the hogweed leaves in his hands. He was wearing a headdress which covered his face in beads. He led Aatos and Cethaz to a tent with a hole at the top. The three of them entered the tent, and Aatos and Cethaz sat down before the shaman, who chanted in the centaur language for a while before handing them the leaves.
Aatos translated what came next. “He says that we should eat the leaves, and then stay in the tent, even though some of the things that we might see could be pretty scary.” He put his leaves in his mouth with some trepidation and began to chew.
Cethaz, on the other hand, eagerly chowed down on her leaves. She had been through some pretty hairy experiences in her days, and she wasn’t going to be afraid of some silly leaves. What could happen that she couldn’t handle?
She noticed that her armor was starting to feel a little bit cramped. “Could you help me take off my armor, Aatos?” she asked.
“Sure thing, Cethie.” Aatos had taken off his robes and was sitting around in his underwear. Cethaz never liked the fact that she couldn’t remove her heavy armor all by herself; she resented how she couldn’t be self-sufficient in that regard.
As Aatos helped her out of her armor, Cethaz thought about how the two of them had been at odds over their journey. She loved Aatos so much, but he occasionally brought up things that were quite uncomfortable or said things that came across as condescending. But then again, she really shouldn’t have agreed to participate in the ritual without getting his approval first, and she should have let him know that they would be asked to participate beforehand.
By now, everything around Cethaz had taken on a quality that she could only think of as… “shimmery”. Even the air itself looked a little more… tangible than it did when she was sober.
“I think that the hogweed is starting to take effect, Cethie. Things are starting to look… weird.”
“Yeah. Does the tent seem a little bit… smaller to you?” Cethaz asked.
“Come to think of it, you’re right.”
As Aatos said this, his underwear made a snapping sound as it burst off of him.
“What was that?”
“I… I think that we’re… growing.”
Cethaz’ tunic ripped at the seams as she grew too big for it to contain her. She crawled out of the tent and Aatos followed her. By this time, it was early evening and the stars had come out, with a shell-pink full moon low on the horizon. Aatos yelled something in the centaur language, and the panicked centaurs ran away from the two of them. By now the two of them were about half again as tall as their normal heights, and Cethaz was pretty sure that they were still getting bigger. She knew in the back of her mind that this was most likely just part of their vision, but it was hard to disbelieve her eyes.
“Aatos, we should just stay in one place until we stop growing. I don’t want any of these innocent centaurs to get hurt.”
“Yeah, let’s just stay here.”
Cethaz and Aatos held each other as they kept growing and growing. The centaurs around them looked like tiny bugs as they ran away.
“What are we going to do, Ceth?”
“I… I don’t know. I think we may have stopped growing now.”
The two of them looked around. The centaurs had completely evacuated their camp, and the area around them was empty except for a few stray tents.
Aatos said “How big do you think we are? I think we must be taller than the biggest buildings in Zalfahan.”
“Yeah, I can see so far off in the distance. It’s beautiful.” Everything still looked all twinkly to Cethaz; the effects of the drugs were quite apparent even beyond their size. But she started to feel another effect that could have been caused by the hogweed- even though the whole situation was quite scary, she felt a stirring deep inside her. She also noticed that Aatos’ erection was pressing against her abdomen.
In the back of her mind, Cethaz knew that the whole situation was completely bizarre. She knew that the two of them hadn’t really grown to enormous size and that it was just a vision that she was having, but somehow, she didn’t care. She also vaguely realized that there might be centaurs watching them off in the distance, but she didn’t mind that, either. All that mattered was the two of them, and they were horny as hell.
“I… I know this sounds weird, Cethie, but I’m kind of horny…”
“I… I am, too. I think it might be the hogweed, but I wanna get down and dirty with you.”
“Give me a kiss, Cethie.”
Cethaz went up on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on Aatos’ mouth. He put his hands on her hips and moved them up and down, with his thumbs around her front and his fingers grasping her buttocks. She purred with delight in response.
“Oh Willow… I want to get down on the ground with you…”
“Mmm, so do I.”
“Lie down, honey, I want to be on top.”
“Sure thing, sweetie.”
Aatos looked behind him to make sure that there weren’t any centaurs who hadn’t escaped, and he laid down on his back after seeing that there were none. He picked up a tent to his side and laid it down after seeing that there was no one underneath.
“Come on, Cethie.”
Cethaz saw his hard column jutting upwards at her. She walked over Aatos and got on top of him, licking his face as she pinned him down.
“Wow, Ceth, you sure aren’t taking your time.”
“Come on, Willow, you know that isn’t my style.”
Cethaz moved forward and pressed her ample breasts against Aatos’ face; She loved doing this to him because she knew that he loved it just as much. his hands found their way to her bottom and he began squeezing her; Cethaz’ mound grinded against his chest as she felt passion rip through her loins. Aatos gently pushed her off of him and said,
“I do enjoy your breasts, Cethie, but I’d like to stick my face somewhere else now.”
“I like the way you think, honey.”
Cethaz stood up astride Aatos, and he rose up so that his face was right in front of her crotch, poking out between her thick, muscular thighs. Cethaz shivered with delight as he put his mouth against her opening, and groaned as his tongue burrowed deep inside her. She felt hot streams of love flow through her as Aatos’ tongue rubbed against the walls of her crevice. The moonlit steppe exploded in blasts of color as Aatos brought her nearer to her orgasm; the drugs were making her see all kinds of spots and the like.
And then Aatos’ tongue withdrew from her, and moved to her clitoris. Cethaz screamed in ecstasy as his tongue swirled around her hot nub, bringing her closer and closer and closer to her climax. And then she saw wild streaks of colors in front of her, and she struggled to keep from collapsing as an orgasm rocketed through her.
“Oh, oh Willow, I… I love you, ah!”
Aatos went through her legs and stood up behind her, turning around to hold her in his arms as she trembled from her orgasm.
“Was it good, Peachie?”
“Oh, you were amazing. Everything feels so much more… real now.”
“Are you up for another round? I’m raring to go.” Cethaz could feel his hardness pushing up against the small of her back.
“Oh, I can tell, Aatos.”
“What do you want to do?”
Cethaz thought for a second. “Lie down on the ground, Willow. I want to ride your cock until you blow some ropes inside me.” She didn’t talk that dirty to Aatos too often; it must be that hogweed again, she thought to herself.
Aatos laid down on his back and Cethaz got on top of him. She gripped his hard member in her hand and guided it between her legs, pushing the head into her. She looked at Aatos; his eyes were filled with love as he gazed back at her. She loved seeing the euphoric expression on his handsome, boyish face as they made love.
“Ohhhhh, Peachie, that feels so good!”
“It’s about to get better, honey.”
Cethaz moved her hips downwards, so that she engulfed Aatos’ erection with her folds. She felt a wave of excitement as she began to undulate against him; she liked being on top because it made her feel powerful, and the fact that they were gigantic made her feel even stronger. Beads of sweat broke out on her skin as she pumped up and down on her lover; she took her clitoris in her fingers and rubbed it hard. Cethaz threw her head back and gasped as she felt herself near climax once again; she looked back at Aatos and could tell that he was staring at her heaving bosom.
“You’re looking at my tits, aren’t you?”
Aatos’ eyes darted back to Cethaz’ eyes. “I… I’m sorry, but they’re so beautiful- ah!”
Cethaz smiled. “Don’t worry, I don’t mind. I know you love me for more than my body.”
Cethaz stopped fingering herself and focused on bringing Aatos to his orgasm; she contracted her sheath around him as quickly as she could.
“Are you close, Aatos?”
“Yeah, just a little more should do it- please, Cethie…”
A wordless scream left Aatos’ mouth, and he thrust against her. Cethaz moved her hand back to her nub and rubbed it as fast as she could, and then everything turned all the colors of the rainbow at once, and she lost control of herself as another, even more powerful orgasm overtook her. Her eyes teared up as she was consumed by bliss; she looked at Aatos, who was looking right into her eyes as he ejaculated deep inside her.
And then it was over, and Cethaz got off of him. It wasn’t unusual for her lovemaking sessions with Aatos to tire her out, but she felt especially exhausted for some reason after this one- was it the hogweed again?
“I… I’m so tired, Aatos, I feel like I could sleep for a year.”
“So am I, Cethie.”
She felt her eyelids grow heavy, and she crawled next to Aatos and laid down beside him. She closed her eyes, and within minutes, she was asleep.
Cethaz wasn’t sure where she was. There was a stream of light coming from above, and she could see Aatos lying down next to her. She got to her feet and looked around and saw what appeared to be some light shining out from behind a flap. She stumbled towards it and moved the flap away, and saw that she was in the middle of a camp full of centaurs. One of them asked something in a language she didn’t understand, and she realized that she was naked and darted back into the tent, her face red with embarrassment.
Now she remembered where she was- she was in the camp of the centaur Khagan, and she had just woken up after that weird vision where she and Aatos grew to gigantic size. She was very glad that she didn’t have to live the rest of her life as a giant, but she was horrified that those centaurs had seen her naked body.
Aatos was stirring, and was sitting up on the ground. “Morning, Ceth. How are you doing?”
“A… a bunch of centaurs saw me naked…”
“Don’t worry, all those ribald stories about them are just myths. They’re not attracted to anyone on two legs.”
Cethaz sighed with relief. “What did you see when you took the hogweed last night?”
“It was weird. We both grew to an enormous size and then I went down on you, and we made love with you on top.”
“Wait, really? That’s the exact same thing that happened in my vision! It… it isn’t normal for people to have the exact same vision, is it?”
“I don’t think that it’s normal. I’ll have to ask the shaman about it, I think that he would know.”
The two of them got dressed, Cethaz in her armor and Aatos in his Archpriest’s robes. Aatos asked some centaurs where to find the shaman, and they pointed the way to him. Cethaz felt awkward, having to rely on Aatos to get around, but she understood that the two of them were good at very different things.
When they met the shaman, Aatos talked with him for a while. When they were finished talking, Aatos turned to Cethaz and said, “He says that two people having the same vision while under the influence of hogweed is exceedingly rare. He also says that centaurs sometimes have potential spouses take hogweed together to see if they would be a good match- if there are things that show up in both of their visions, that’s supposed to be a good sign.”
“And if they both have the exact same vision?”
Aatos smiled and said, “Then it means that they’re an exceptionally good match for each other.”
Cethaz opened her arms wide and gave Aatos a big hug.
“That’s the best thing I could’ve heard.”
“Cethie, there’s something that I want to talk to you about, but it’s kind of difficult.”
Aatos and Cethaz were heading back to Zalfahan in their empty wagon. They had gotten back to the rocky desert that signaled that they were within the Empire’s borders, and the sun was setting in the west.
“You can talk about it, honey.”
“Well, I just think that you should be a little better at communicating with me in the future. I didn’t like how you knew about the hogweed ceremony and accepted for me. I mean, I’m glad that we did it, but you should respect my agency.”
Cethaz looked down. “Yeah, I was a little bit insensitive there.”
“It’s fine, we all make mistakes like that. Just be a little better in the future.”
“Aatos, there’s something that I want to tell you about. When you reminded me about treating the horses well in front of the centaurs, it felt like you were being a little condescending. I’d never seen any centaurs up close before but it’s well known that they hate seeing horses get mistreated.”
Aatos replied, “I should’ve taken that into consideration, I’ll try not to talk down to you. Let me know if I do that again.”
Aatos took Cethaz’ hand in his. She loved how firm but gentle his touch was; the two of them had taken hand-holding to a point where it managed to be sexy.
“I’m just glad that the hogweed told us that we’re a great couple, Willow.”
“I was pretty sure of that already, Peachie.”
“Yeah, I know.”