the Tale of Sir Isaac

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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.

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