lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

“The way she just barged in here and … oh, I don’t know. For the awkwardness of it.” She lifted his hand and kissed it, lingering over each knuckle. “She really will come back in here if we don’t do as she says.” With a mischievous glint, Summer hopped out of bed, taking the blankets totally off the end of the bed with her.

“That’s hardly your fault — in fact, I think it’s brilliant that your servants are so comfortable with you,” he stated with obvious admiration, breath hitching as she peppered his hand with kisses, his fingers caressing her face. And, as soon as his naked body was bared to the air, he huffed and slowly sat up, stretching languidly. 

“Isaac!” she exclaimed, putting her hands over her face. “How am I supposed to behave if you do that?”

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

Summer pleaded, “Maire, please go away,” scrabbling to pull at least one bit of fabric over them. “I promise we’ll get up. Just please go away?”

The housekeeper tsked, but somehow managed to bustle across the few steps to the door. “I’ll be back in half a candlemark, darling, see that you do. Don’t let the handsome lad distract you, now.”

And then she was gone, the door closed behind her, and Summer dropped flat on the bed with a huff. “Oh my God,” she said, half-laughing. “I swear I didn’t know she would do that, I promise, that wasn’t supposed to happen, she usually leaves me alone.” She peeked at Isaac. “Are you angry with me?”

A blush blossomed across his cheeks at the woman’s compliment, and he decided then and there that he liked her, even if he was uncomfortable with her seeing him like this. Burrowing under the security of the blankets, he watched her leave with wide eyes, a furrow forming in his brows as the door closed behind her.

He made to speak, when Summer’s comment registered and his eyes widened and he immediately sat up, blankets sliding down to pool at his hips as he shook his head furiously. “No!” he protested instantly, anger and disbelief infusing that single word as he reached out for her hand. “Why on earth would I be angry with you, Summer?”

“The way she just barged in here and … oh, I don’t know. For the awkwardness of it.” She lifted his hand and kissed it, lingering over each knuckle. “She really will come back in here if we don’t do as she says.” With a mischievous glint, Summer hopped out of bed, taking the blankets totally off the end of the bed with her.

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

“I’m the housekeeper, ducky,” she said comfortably, still smiling broadly. “Come now, out of the bed, there’s much to do and you’ve kept to yourselves long enough.”

Summer sighed, closing her eyes. “Maire, we were busy,” she said meaningfully.

“Sure, and don’t I know it, and aren’t we all pleased as punch for it, darling, but the sun’s high and the seneschal’s impatient, and so’s the seamstress.” The housekeeper pulled at the blankets, tugging them away. “I’ve brought you breakfast.”

“I thought I was a princess,” Summer muttered.

Isaac wasn’t entirely used to being naked around any other female other than Summer, and this housekeeper didn’t seem at all bothered by their appearance at all. In fact, he’d even go as far as to say that she was amused, and he didn’t quite know how to react to that.

“Excuse me — ” he intervened, before faltering and eyeing her skeptically, wondering just how far the gossip of their love-making would travel, and he frowned slightly. Reaching down to cup at himself as she whipped away the blankets, Isaac whirled to face Summer, wordlessly begging her to keep the servants under control, even if he did quite like this fussing, motherly figure.

Summer pleaded, “Maire, please go away,” scrabbling to pull at least one bit of fabric over them. “I promise we’ll get up. Just please go away?”

The housekeeper tsked, but somehow managed to bustle across the few steps to the door. “I’ll be back in half a candlemark, darling, see that you do. Don’t let the handsome lad distract you, now.”

And then she was gone, the door closed behind her, and Summer dropped flat on the bed with a huff. “Oh my God,” she said, half-laughing. “I swear I didn’t know she would do that, I promise, that wasn’t supposed to happen, she usually leaves me alone.” She peeked at Isaac. “Are you angry with me?”

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

“What else?” she encouraged again — but he had no chance to answer. After only a brief tap, a stout, older woman bustled in, utterly ignoring Isaac’s nudity and carrying a tray.

“Rise and shine, duckies!” she sang out, setting the tray by the fireplace and stirring up the fire. Beaming, she turned back to them. “Oh, you look a ray of sunshine, darling, how grand!” She reached out and pinched Isaac’s cheek. “Such a handsome lad you’ve found here.”

He had only just opened up his mouth to form a response, before a strange woman entered their room without announcing her presence, moving around the room without seeming at all bothered about their nudity.

Managing to tuck the blankets up to his shoulders, he turned a helpless gaze on Summer as the woman pinched his cheek, torn between indignation and amusement as to her antics. “I…hello there?”

“I’m the housekeeper, ducky,” she said comfortably, still smiling broadly. “Come now, out of the bed, there’s much to do and you’ve kept to yourselves long enough.”

Summer sighed, closing her eyes. “Maire, we were busy,” she said meaningfully.

“Sure, and don’t I know it, and aren’t we all pleased as punch for it, darling, but the sun’s high and the seneschal’s impatient, and so’s the seamstress.” The housekeeper pulled at the blankets, tugging them away. “I’ve brought you breakfast.”

“I thought I was a princess,” Summer muttered.

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

“What else?” she breathed, stretching out beside him with her head perched on one arm. Delicately she traced patterns on his skin with her free hand.

“I…I want to own you completely and have you own me…to know you inside and out, every curve and to know how to make you happy just from my touch. I want to make you fall apart over and over again until you can’t muster up the energy, and then I’ll lick and kiss you out over and over again.” He whispered, cheeks crimson now, but he kept on going, encouraged by her caresses.

“What else?” she encouraged again — but he had no chance to answer. After only a brief tap, a stout, older woman bustled in, utterly ignoring Isaac’s nudity and carrying a tray.

“Rise and shine, duckies!” she sang out, setting the tray by the fireplace and stirring up the fire. Beaming, she turned back to them. “Oh, you look a ray of sunshine, darling, how grand!” She reached out and pinched Isaac’s cheek. “Such a handsome lad you’ve found here.”