After a moment of holding and being held, she sank down into her chair. A tap sounded at the door, and the little girl peeked in, then withdrew, and a short parade of servants came in, bearing trenchers and an array of dishes. It wasn’t anything like the many course meals served in the great halls, but more like an indoor picnic.
He jumped a little at the unexpected knock, sliding down into his chair as he twisted to see who it was, smiling politely at the little girl. But then his eyes widened at the sheer number of servants just for the two of them, and he couldn’t help but compare how different this was to back home, and he felt a pang resonate within him as he realised how much he missed it all in the short time that he’d been away from it.
There were fingerfoods, and Summer held out a cherry tomato to Isaac as the servants withdrew as neatly and quickly as they’d come. The room seemed very still after they’d gone, yet, she felt, it wasn’t the horrid oppressive stillness it had been before.
Derek was just walking by when Summer’s body pressed into his, going back against the wall with a confused expression. He was surprised by the kiss, though he could smell her attraction to him sometimes, it’s not like there wasn’t some toward her either. He just didn’t expect that. Though it didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy it. He watched her walk a few steps before striding out and catching her wrist gently, pulling her back and spinning her, kissing her again.
Completely surprised, she managed to make a pleased, interrogatory sound. One hand flew to her throat, before her skin shivered under his mouth, and she planted her hands against the bed to arch her back into his touch.
Derek let out a soft, pleased growl at her actions, kissing around her ribs and the soft under curve of her breasts. His hands slid from her sides down to her hips, thumbs caressing the little jut where her bones sat prominent at her hips.
Just as she’d done before, she bared her throat to him, and reached to push his hands downward. She craved his touch, and he was so close to where she wanted it most — even if she didn’t know why.
Derek was a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.
She stared at him with wide eyes, arms wrapped tight about her knees and shoulders hunched. Why was it Isaac? Mutinously, she tried to withdraw further. She couldn’t even talk to him anyway; there was no paper, nor pen.
Isaac just took another step into the room, left the door open but himself sitting in the most direct path, and folded himself into a lanky indian style of tall limbs on the floor, seeming smaller himself. “You’re probably wondering why I came up here. I just… I know what it’s like to not feel like a part of anywhere, like you don’t belong where you are. But we won’t make you feel like that if you let us. Derek’s helped me so much. He’ll help you too. You don’t have to feel out of place with us.” He spoke softly to her, calmly, and then just waited.
He meant what he said, of that she was sure. But how could he say that, when she hadn’t even been here a whole day? It didn’t make sense.
But he was clearly going to sit there until she responded somehow. So she crept out of the corner, avoiding her hair carefully, and put her head on his knee.
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“I — I don’t want to think about it. I just want to be here, right now, with you. Can we do that? Can we not think about the future, just now, and be together after so long? I missed you so very much.”
“We’ll need to talk about it soon, but for now, we can just be like this,” he conceded with a nod and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, eyes fluttering shut as he simply inhaled her scent and held her in his arms, before he smiled. “I missed you too, Summer.”
After a moment of holding and being held, she sank down into her chair. A tap sounded at the door, and the little girl peeked in, then withdrew, and a short parade of servants came in, bearing trenchers and an array of dishes. It wasn’t anything like the many course meals served in the great halls, but more like an indoor picnic.
“Oh, good.” Summer pulled the towel over their heads, grinning at Isaac in the dimness.
“…What are you doing…?” He questioned and peered over at him, a smile tugging at his lips as he locked eyes with Summer.
“Drying your hair,” he said, and proceeded to scrub the towel over Isaac’s head furiously, making the curls stick out everywhere. Grinned, he pulled the towel back and wrapped it primly about his own waist, before standing in front of the mirror and eyeing himself critically.
“Why am I so much better-looking as a guy than a girl?!”
“This isn’t my home,” she whispered. “I don’t — any home I have now is with you. Wherever you are. Before you, the only home I’ve ever known is the village I grew up in. Y-you took me away from that.” She turned her face into his hand. “I’m only happy with you.”
“I had to keep you safe. Keeping you safe, happy and loved has been my number one priority since the day I first set eyes on you, Summer…” He breathed out and gazed intently at her, lovingly caressing her face as he slowly nodded. “Do you want to go back home then? We…we could get married there, spend some time up in the meadow where we had that picnic?”
“I — I don’t want to think about it. I just want to be here, right now, with you. Can we do that? Can we not think about the future, just now, and be together after so long? I missed you so very much.”
