Nadira led Pylaemenes to an invitingly comfortable seating area where sumptious cushions surrounded a low table.

"Just put the food there and please pour us some wine. I certainly could use a glass after tasting that swill at the markeplace," she said, as she reclined on a cushion looking about the place curiously. She hadn't been here before, but it looked well-appointed and the bath looked large enough to hold quite a number of bathers. Nadira smothered a grin at the thought that the place was vacant but for the two of them.

She turned to look at Pylaemenes as he poured two glasses of wine. His hands were trembling just slightly. A sure sign of his nervousness. A nervousness she well knew the source of since she, herself, was the source.

Patting the plush cushion next to her she said, "Come sit here close to me, Py. I can call you Py, can't I?" A winsome smile played over her lips and she reached out for her glass, letting her fingers linger on his for longer than was quite necessary. Yes, he was definitely trembling! Something she was going to take care of soon enough. There was no true hurry. This type of thing could not be rushed with someone so anxious, though she knew the desire smoldering beneath the surface may just decide to move at its own quickening pace. After a few glasses of wine his nervousness would ease off and then she'd make her move. And, then...why then he'd have totally forgotten even the idea of nervousness.

"Well, Nadira, no one has ever called me Py before. I suppose I could make an exception for you, considering how kind you've been to me in helping me to find employment."

She sipped at her wine lightly then placed the cup on the table, watching as Pylaemenes sat down gingerly next to her. He hoped she had not discerned the anxiety he was feeling. That would be most embarassing. Yet, as he sat close to her he could feel the warmth of her body, and the musky rich scent coming from her hair was starting to prove to be a rather lovely distraction.

He took several large gulps when he realized what he was thinking. Horrified, he realized he would have to gain some control of this situation. It was the man's place to be in control after all, wasn't it? Just as he decided to move further from that distracting scent and warm body, Nadira nimbly moved so that her head was on his lap.

Looking up at him with her dark eyes gleaming and a wide smile on her lips, she said, "Have some more wine, Py. Then tell me what you enjoy doing when you aren't teaching."

Pylaemenes downed the glass with the air of one who had lost a battle before it had even been fought. As he reached for the bottle to refill his glass, he felt Nadira's hand slowly trace its way from his chest to his neck. Her other hand gently massaged the muscles strung tight at the back of his neck. He gasped at the sensations which flooded his now-tingling body.

"Is there something the matter, Py dear?"

Gritting his teeth as he struggled to pour the wine, he dared to glance down at the woman. Her eyes were now half-closed in a dreamy look he found surprisingly, totally alluring. He managed to say, voice hoarse, "Nothing, Nadira. I'm perfectly fine."

"Oh yes you are, dear, dear Py," Nadira replied in a near whisper, her hands continuing their explorations and ministrations.

Downing the glass in one single gulp, he put it down on the table, nearly knocking it over, and shakily asked, "Nadira....?"

She answered all his questions when she took his face between her hands and brought his lips firmly down upon her own.