the Tale of Sir Isaac

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

“Were you in love then, my lord?” she teased, keeping the next few pieces for herself.

“Of course I was. I think I loved you from the moment I first saw you, surrounded by children with your hair blowing in the wind,” he stated seriously and cast her a small smile.

She bit her lip, gaze flicking down and blushing slightly, before glancing back up at him. “Truly?” Her tone was soft and quiet, with an edge of wonder.

the Tale of Sir Isaac

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

She shook her head right back with a laughing smile. “Foolish knight,” she murmured. Finding an apple in the packs, she stole his dagger from the heap of clothing and began to cut it up neatly, feeding him little bits.

“And lovable too, right? I can’t help that I’m in love.” A small pout formed on his lips, before he rolled his eyes in fond amusement at her antics, laying back and obediently allowing her to feed him. “Having fun, are we?”

“Were you in love then, my lord?” she teased, keeping the next few pieces for herself.

the Tale of Sir Isaac

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

She brushed her fingertips along his shoulder when he laid beside her. “I was just thinking about … that first night. How patient you were. How awful I was.” Delicately she picked off bits of bread, nibbling on them.

He scooted closer to her and smiled fondly at the memory, expression adoring and relaxed. “Of course I was patient — I couldn’t stand the thought of hurting you, of you not enjoying yourself.” He shook his head then and rolled onto his stomach, resting his head on hers. “You were absolutely perfect, Summer.”

She shook her head right back with a laughing smile. “Foolish knight,” she murmured. Finding an apple in the packs, she stole his dagger from the heap of clothing and began to cut it up neatly, feeding him little bits.

the Tale of Sir Isaac

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

Smugly, she relaxed back, admiring the flex and stretch of his body as he worked. The sense of their togetherness pooled low in her belly, radiating warmth and contentment. He passed her a loaf of bread, and some cheese, and she smiled, remembering their first meal together.

“Enjoying yourself there?” he commented dryly, feeling her eyes on his back as he twisted around to pass her back some food, tearing off his own portion of bread and eating it on its own. He sat like that for a few moments until he’d had his fill, and he lay back and stretched out alongside her.

She brushed her fingertips along his shoulder when he laid beside her. “I was just thinking about … that first night. How patient you were. How awful I was.” Delicately she picked off bits of bread, nibbling on them.

the Tale of Sir Isaac

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

With a mischievous smile, she brushed her lips to his before shifting away. Her skin prickled when she pulled away from his warmth, and she sucked in a sharp breath. “If you won’t feed me,” she said, deliberately light, “I’ll just have to do it myself.”

“Oh, really?” he declared with an arched eyebrow and tapped his finger across her stomach, stretching out above her. “Well, maybe I’ll just do that, and see how that works for you.” His tone was light with teasing as he slowly pulled away from her and sat upright, leaning forward to rummage through the packs he’d taken from Buttons earlier.

Smugly, she relaxed back, admiring the flex and stretch of his body as he worked. The sense of their togetherness pooled low in her belly, radiating warmth and contentment. He passed her a loaf of bread, and some cheese, and she smiled, remembering their first meal together.

the Tale of Sir Isaac

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

Before she could answer, her stomach growled again, and she giggled, lifting herself up on her elbows. With a twist of her hips, and because she took him by surprise, she rolled them over. She had to close her eyes, shivering, and wait for the aftershocks to subside. “When you look like that,” she whispered, “all I want is you, but it seems other parts of me have a different say.”

He shook with silent mirth against her, flicking out his tongue to wet his lips, before suddenly, he was being pulled over, eyes widening with delight as he lay underneath her, panting slightly. “Mmm, you really do surprise me, don’t you?” He managed to breathe out after a moment, trying to control his slightly wriggling hips.

With a mischievous smile, she brushed her lips to his before shifting away. Her skin prickled when she pulled away from his warmth, and she sucked in a sharp breath. “If you won’t feel me,” she said, deliberately light, “I’ll just have to do it myself.”

the Tale of Sir Isaac

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

“It might be so.” She lifted her eyebrows, biting down on a smile. “Were you planning to feed me, since I’m obviously not allowed to move?”

“Do you want me to move?” He arched an eyebrow and leaned up on his hands, gazing down at her with a devilish smile. “Because I don’t know about you, but I’m quite comfortable where I am.”

Before she could answer, her stomach growled again, and she giggled, lifting herself up on her elbows. With a twist of her hips, and because she took him by surprise, she rolled them over. She had to close her eyes, shivering, and wait for the aftershocks to subside. “When you look like that,” she whispered, “all I want is you, but it seems other parts of me have a different say.”

tamorapierce:

markruffalo:

mamalaz:

The Avengers as a Western

Steve is the Sheriff. Clint is his deputy. Tony is the Blacksmith. Natasha runs the Saloon. Bruce is the physician with a split personality and Thor gets into a hell of a lot of tavern brawls.

Together, however, they manage to bring order to the once corrupt town of Triskelion.

Remember The Avengers as a 70s Cop Drama? A Western might be cooler.

Wolverine as the rancher who is a retired gunslinger.

the Tale of Sir Isaac

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

She shoved at him, gently, pretending to be annoyed at his laughter. “Alas, I love a man possessed of cruelty. I can’t subsist on your love, dearest. I shall die of starvation.”

“And why not? There’s plenty of it.” He pretended to pout and be offended, before he reached down to slowly rub at her stomach, smile stretching across his face. “It’s a lucky chance I packed a picnic for two then, isn’t it?”

“It might be so.” She lifted her eyebrows, biting down on a smile. “Were you planning to feed me, since I’m obviously not allowed to move?”

the Tale of Sir Isaac

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

His words made her blush deepen, and she closed her eyes and turned her face a little, into his kisses. “So much, Isaac. So much.” She felt like she could lie there forever, protected and blissful in his arms, and want for nothing else.

And then her stomach growled.

He couldn’t stop brushing his lips across her skin, mapping out the journey that his fingers had made only moments before, his eyes locking with hers. As she returned the words, his smile only widened and he cradled her against his chest, enjoying the intimacy of the moment before it was interrupted by her stomach and he burst out laughing, body shaking against hers.

She shoved at him, gently, pretending to be annoyed at his laughter. “Alas, I love a man possessed of cruelty. I can’t subsist on your love, dearest. I shall die of starvation.”