Summer laughed a little when he rolled them over, snuggling down into his long body. She had to take a moment to loop her hair back into a lover’s knot, so it didn’t fall right into his eyes, and then spent a long moment just admiring his eyes, dark and depthless. Then she pressed her lips to his again, kissing slow and easy.
Victor watched her with admiration and loved the feeling of her snuggled into him. His eyes closed lazily when she kissed him and he returned the kiss. He cupped the side of her neck with his hand and stroked her jaw tenderly with his thumb as he held her to him gently with his other hand placed on her back.
“Mmmm,” Summer purred. It took some writhing, but she got one arm behind Victor’s head, and then entwined her legs with his. “Talk to me, Victor darling. Tell me stories of your grand adventures as a born and bred assassin.” She laid her head down on his shoulder, listening to his heartbeat and feeling warm.
Victor nuzzled Summer’s head and just took a moment to breathe in preparation for his stories. “Well honestly, it was very rocky in the beginning. My surrogate father attempted to kill me with a knife while I was trying to run away and I’ve got the scars to prove it. But once I got going, I was in my element. It came so easily to me, even more so than any of my other mates from back at the Institute. I’ve had contracts all around the world but my favorite was the contract that brought me to New Zealand. Not that the killing was particularly interesting but I spent a lot of time there afterwards.” Victor’s tone was wistful and far away and there was a faint smile on his lips. “Bought a house there eventually actually…”
His voice rumbled in his chest and in her ear and she smiled. “So this assassin thing pays well, does it?” The shadows of his killing danced behind her eyes, and she soothed them, stroked them down. Past was past.