the Tale of Sir Isaac

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

A sly smile curved her mouth. She leaned back against him and murmured, “I’d rather be in your arms somewhere still and private, where I can look at /you/.” Her eyelashes dropped, and she purred, “I’m only in a rush to kiss you properly.”

“Private, hm? Well, where we’re going has plenty of privacy for you, Summer — a vast amount of caves and towering trees, and I can guarantee that we won’t be disturbed up there.” He shivered at her words, flicking out his tongue to wet his lips. “Mm, I know that feeling all too well…”

She deliberately pressed herself back against him harder for a moment, before laughing throatily. “So can’t Buttons go any faster?”

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