the Tale of Sir Isaac

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iamthefirechild:

“That you would not lose.” She smiled blissfully, shifting a little under him, and stroked her fingers through his hair. “You were so worried, but you were brilliant. Powerful.”

“I wanted to impress my lady,” he stated with a devilish smile, before he melted against her, turning into a puddle of bliss as she played with his hair. “Mmm, I love you, Summer.”

She shuddered again under him at that smile, helplessly. “I was already impressed,” she managed. “Overwhelmed.” Her eyes slid shut, and she added, “I know.”

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