[It's a very different thing, being with a confident lover at ease with his own body and hers. There's no cautious hesitance, no stumbling and drawing back and beginning again. Lust finds herself feeling slightly like the less experienced one, as ridiculous as that is. She's been with so many men...]

[But she doesn't count the alchemists. They weren't lovers, they were duties. Things she had to do in her Master's service. It hadn't been lovemaking in the least, nothing even close to it, it had been just another unpleasant job. There had been a time when there was no difference for Lust between bedding a man and killing him. When it came to lovers....Scar had come close, and then there had been a week or so with Timothy and that was all. Both had been men very shy of physical intimacy.]

[There's no shyness in Boone. Not in his eyes, his hands, his mouth... Lust begins responding to it, her lips moving hungrily against his. He tastes of smoke and alcohol and she finds it both pleasant and arousing. Her hands move over his torso under his sweater, exploring his wasteland hardened body.]