The door didn't close all the way. It got about three-quarters shut and then jammed against a chunk of rubble on the floor, leaving a gap wide enough that anyone walking by would absolutely be able to hear them.
Ashara didn't care. Mira didn't care harder.
The room was small, dark, and had rubble piled in one corner. There was nothing in it that could pass for a surface except the floor, which was ancient stone covered in a layer of dust thick enough to leave footprints in.
Mira tossed her bedroll on the ground and it unrolled with a sad little flop.
"There," she said. "Bed."
"That's a bedroll on a rock."
"That's a bed, Ashara."
[Good enough.]
Mira pulled her top off and Ashara was on her before it hit the floor.
She pushed her down onto the bedroll, got between her legs, and kissed her hard enough to make Mira's tail slam against the stone. Mira grabbed at Ashara's hair with both hands and bit her bottom lip, which made Ashara groan into her mouth.
