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.
“We need to create a place like this in our home — make our bedroom far better than just a bed and a dresser.” Isaac hummed and wrapped his arms tightly around her, settling down in the the sinking mattress as their legs tangled together. She might be falling asleep, but the very touch of her fingers on his body ignited him, causing him to arch up into her hands.
Again she made that sleepy little chuckle and snuggled closer, nesting her face into the crook of his shoulder. “Or we could stay here forever … ” she yawned. Idly she curled one hand over his hip, fingertips trailing again.