“What do you mean by show me.” The words Harlequin whispered tickled Amira’s lips as they softly brushed against her own.

“Exactly what I said.” She slipped her arms around his neck, closing the minuscule distance between their lips.

She sucked his quivering bottom lip between her teeth, suckling at it, as she attempted to pull any noise she could from the man. He hands suddenly gripped her waist, while finally she was rewarded with the sound she had wanted to hear the most once more. Harlequin moaned in reaction for the actions of Amira’s mouth. His body reacting to her, he pulled her closer to his body, where their bodies were flush against each other. His hand slipping up the length of her back, pausing at the center between her shoulders as she shuddered against him. Harlequin broke the contact between their lips as he rested his forehead against her’s, ragged breathing escaping their parted lips.

“I saw what this spot is for you, when you shared that memory with me.” He was staring into her eyes, watching her every move, before they drifted down to her lips, as her tongue slipped from her mouth to swipe across the swollen flesh. “But what is now even more interesting is the fact that I could feel your emotions from that memory. The way you felt when my fingers brushed against this spot.” He gently dragged his nails against the sensitive skin. A smirk graced his lips as she clung to him, panting moans slipping from her throat.

“P-please..” Amira whimpered just barely audible.

“Oh, yes. Please, do continue.”

The sudden intrusion burst the bubble that the pair had been wrapped in, slamming them back to reality. Turning their heads, they saw none other than Ban and Meliodas leaning against each other with wicked grins placed on their faces. The deep red flush flooding over both Harlequin and Amira face and necks, as they were caught red handed in such an intimate moment.

“How long have you both been there?” Amira and King spoke the question at the same time.

“Oh, we walked out of the tavern just before you started kissing.” Meliodas smiled wickedly at the pair that looked as if they had been caught doing the worst thing imaginable.

“So, that shared memory must have been pretty damn hot.” Ban gave a seductive look as he continued. “It’s got King standing taller usual.”

It was at that moment that everyone including King himself, following the direction of Ban’s stare, that they zeroed in on King’s tenting pants. The red blush painted his face, as King jerked the edge of his jacket over the evident hard-on that he was sporting.

“It’s not what you think, Amira!” The red crept up to his ears once again as he looked at Amira with a look screaming embarrassment.

“Oh, but what is there to be sorry about?” She dragged the tip of her finger under his chin, directing his attention back on her face. “It seems that Ban was just jealous, as you pitch a larger tent then him.” A chuckle was cut short from her throat as she kissed King once more before flicking her hair over her shoulder to look back at Meliodas who was holding Ban back screaming something about showing her whose was bigger.

“Awe, did I hurt your feelings Ban? I mean I don’t believe that I have any first-hand knowledge of you, but from my ever-returning memories, I have a lot with King. Way more from before he ever met you all.”

Getting up from her spot on the grass, Amira readjusted her shorts that had rode up her legs, the backless shirt was readjusted as well, having risen to the swell of her breasts. Running her fingers through the long length of her hair, she smiled at the three men. One blushing at the response of his body, and two who watched every movement her hands made.

“Oh and here you were making fun of my Harlequin, when your states are far less impressive than his.” Amira smirked to herself as she left the frustrates and embarrassed males alone on the lawn in from of the Tavern.

“Oh, shut up, King!” Ban screamed at the smaller male as he broke out in laughter floating in the air.

“She knows how to work all of us better than we do ourselves!”

King followed shortly after Amira, but made sure to keep his Chastiefol in pillow form in front of his body, hiding once more his bodies reaction to the lovely female he wanted desperately wanted to know more about.