“How?” she started to snap, and then he was touching her, and the pain seeped away. Literally seeped, running into his skin and veins and sliding away into him, and she gaped for a second before snapping her mouth shut.
“Are they gone?” she asked instead. She needed to put pressure on the slice to stop it bleeding, but it was too long to just compress with one hand. They had to get back home before she could do anything about it.
Isaac winced as her pain trailed up his arm. It wasn’t as bad as Summer had felt it, but taking away her agony was bound to leave him with a fraction of it. He tried to ignore the discomfort, focussing on his injured pack mate. “Yeah, I think we lost them. I don’t know what they were trying to do — but that doesn’t matter…so long as we’re both okay. I’ll stitch that up for you, if you want.” he offered, gesturing to her wound.
“We need to get home,” she murmured. With the edge of the pain gone, she felt nauseous. Although the bloodflow was slowing, she needed to wash off the cut and see how deep it was. She put her other hand on Isaac’s shoulder and pushed herself to her feet. “Yep, shock setting in,” she said, swallowing hard.
Summer never had been able to make up her mind whether the clarity she had in an emergency was a blessing or an annoyance. Sinking her teeth into her lower lip, she turned and started for the house. “Come on. You can’t stitch it up out here.”
A sly smile curled the empath’s lips. Chidingly, he said, “You worry too much. After all, I see stars every time I look at you.” He took Isaac’s hand exactly long enough to kiss the knuckles, then darted across the hall and flung himself face-down and flat across the bed.
A brilliant blush stained across his cheeks and he opened and closed his mouth a few times, before padding after his boyfriend and casting his naked body an appreciative glance. “You’re so beautiful, Summer,” he murmured and straddled his thighs, running his hands up and down his back.
A very muffled snort came from the pillows. “I thought the word for men was handsome.” He writhed a little, shivering under Isaac’s gentle touch and the interesting feeling of the bedclothes against his cock.
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.
She opened her mouth to remind him she wasn’t perfect, but his exclamation cut her off. Huffing a brief laugh, she picked it up and wrapped it around his throat and did up the toggles. “There. Now when the pack teases you about scarves you can just pull a long face and say you have to wear it because I made it for you.”
“I don’t care if they tease me — I love it!” He absently stroked the material as it was wrapped around his neck, before angling his head to lock eyes with her, a tender smile tugging at his lips. “I got you a present too … but I didn’t make it because I’m creatively challenged. I hope that’s okay?”
She smiled back, eyes crinkling. “It’s fine! I just made it because I’m poor and making things is cheap.” She tweaked the wrap a bit around his throat.
She preened under the attention and praise, before pushing at his hands a little. “Well, open it! I want to know if you like it.”
“Of course I will if you made it,” he berated her with a crooked smile, opening the wrapping paper with great care, his eyes widening as he finally laid eyes on his present. “Oh, Summer…it’s perfect! Can I wear it right now?”
She opened her mouth to remind him she wasn’t perfect, but his exclamation cut her off. Huffing a brief laugh, she picked it up and wrapped it around his throat and did up the toggles. “There. Now when the pack teases you about scarves you can just pull a long face and say you have to wear it because I made it for you.”
“Would you rather I laid out on the bed?” Summer murmured. “I suppose if we have to change the sheets we might as well only have to change them once.” He trembled again, and sucked in a breath. “Please, Isaac … “
“Yeah, it might be more comfortable for you.” He smiled and pressed a kiss to his rear and then stood up, holding out his hand for Summer to take. “I really do want to make you see stars, you know?”
A sly smile curled the empath’s lips. Chidingly, he said, “You worry too much. After all, I see stars every time I look at you.” He took Isaac’s hand exactly long enough to kiss the knuckles, then darted across the hall and flung himself face-down and flat across the bed.
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.
