She flung the covers on the huge bed back, still dragging him, and pulled him in with her. “I think we would get hungry … ” she murmured, burrowing under the furs and blankets. One slim hand flashed out from beneath the pile and felt around for Isaac, before she poked her face out. “It’s warm under here.”
Watching her with a tender, fond little smile adorning his face, Isaac chuckled as she vanished from view, turning into a incomprehensible shape under the many blankets lining the bed. But as soon as that single hand slipped out, Isaac was moving forward and climbing onto the bed with her, groaning as the warmth enveloped him like a hug. “No, I don’t think I’ll ever leave here.”
She chuckled softly, snuggling up against him. “I thought you wanted to go home,” she murmured sleepily, finding his face to gaze at by familiarity as much as sight in the dim light. “Is that how to get you to stay here, by bribery with creature comforts, and not power?” She laughed again, fingers sliding down his skin.