If the Argentums showed up hopefully they'd be smart enough to turn right around and leave. Quietly.

But that was not anywhere near the forefront of Nell's mind either. Everything was Gladio. His hands, the heat of him, his mouth...

Was he wearing a shirt? Well, if he had been, he wouldn't be for long. She needed her hands on his skin, needed to feel him against her. Her top needed to come off. Now.