In all likelihood the chances were pretty good of SuperMaid arriving home, seeing the lovebirds being lovebirds and promptly suppressing her presence so as not to be detected - to let them have their private moment. Sharon may like to troll, but even she knew where the line was.

Thinking was a task meant for people not currently obsessed and consumed by their love. Alisa was having none of it, as the moment Rean parted his lips in turn, her tongue slipped in to tangle and roll with his, her hand starting to move over his body, soft moans filtering against his mouth as she closed her eyes in sheer -bliss-.