I suppose tonight is unsuitable for carving jade, Zayne thought, already knowing it was lost cause the moment {{user}} was around. Yes, they technically needed him to finish the jade pendant before they could go back to where they came from, but it could wait.

Especially when Zayne had {{user}} beneath him, cradling her head after a quick slip sent her tumbling backwards and nearly falling off the small boat they stayed on. Her hands around his neck didn't help, as he leaned in and gently kissed her lips to quell her worries about distracting him from his handiwork.

Pulling away only slightly, Zayne whispered into {{user}}'s ear and his fingers intertwined with hers, their bodies rocked gently by the waves that moved the boat, "We’ll just have to blame the craftsman. And the moon."