Lion Head Mesa we don't talk about Cicero, no, no, no

The lovely Maegi allowed his fervent touches. He didn't waste time wondering how much of this connection between them was drug-induced; it didn't really matter. He had an opportunity to soothe her further and he took it.

He allowed her to lay herself out before him before he was there, covering her with his warmth and attentive affection. 

He wasn't aware that she pictured another in his place, but he wouldn't have minded if he was; he only cared if she felt better afterwards. 

So Sayf worshiped her the way he like to worship the pharaoh; he seemed to sense that was exactly what she needed now. 

fade here? we can time jump if you'd like or just fade, either is fine with me <3