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Summer exaggerated his expression even more, eyebrows rising and biting at his lip. “Yes?” 

“You’re going to make me want to take you again and you have to be sore…I…oh, Summer…” He clenched his jaw and whimpered, lowering his head as the wolf took over and his claws elongated, scratching at the bed-sheets. “I can’t control it right now…”

“Isaac!” Summer reached out and grabbed his hands, heedless of the claws. “Shhh. Don’t do that.” He bit his tongue on the next thought — I will fight you if you force me, especially like this. Reaching up, he cupped Isaac’s cheek. “No more right now. I’ll stop teasing you. Anyway I’m hungry,” he offered a smile, “and I can’t eat you.”

the Tale of Sir Isaac

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She laughed against his skin, leaving more delicate kisses. “Why, Isaac, is it so sudden? After saying that you don’t want to see anyone else, after coming here and fighting for me, this is sudden?” She nipped at him. “Tell me more of these scenarios. What did you think of doing?”

He shifted beneath her, purring at the caress of kisses as he shook his head. “Not so sudden, really, but it just seems to have grown stronger since we were reunited…” he admitted shamelessly, cheeks burning a brighter shade of crimson as he arched up into her lips. “Making you cry out so loudly with delight that the whole Kingdom knows exactly what I’m doing to you.”

“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.

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The redhead widened his eyes, a transparent expression of innocence crossing his face. “Noooo … it must be pretty good for you to look like /that/ though.” 

He whimpered and focused every bit of self-restraint on not wolfing out then, eyes flashing between their usual blue and the golden yellow. “S-Summer…” he whispered in a playful warning tone, licking at his lips.

Summer exaggerated his expression even more, eyebrows rising and biting at his lip. “Yes?” 

the Tale of Sir Isaac

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“Yes,” she breathed, laying gentle kisses up his torso. “Tell me everything.”

“When you were gone, I allowed myself to picture us together, in our little home, in the meadow, everywhere we’d been together. But then, on occasion, I found my mind wandering, conjuring up scenarios that I wasn’t aware that I was capable of.” He moaned and writhed beneath her, goosebumps rising as her lips brushed across his skin. “And now that we’re together again, I want to put those images, some if not all of them, into practice. I want to take you apart with my fingers and my tongue first, before sliding into you, making you mine…and I really hope that you don’t mind the sudden return of my possessive nature?”

She laughed against his skin, leaving more delicate kisses. “Why, Isaac, is it so sudden? After saying that you don’t want to see anyone else, after coming here and fighting for me, this is sudden?” She nipped at him. “Tell me more of these scenarios. What did you think of doing?”

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“Oh, you guess! Well. If you aren’t sure, I don’t know … maybe we need to find out how to make you sure.” Summer stretched out, arching and curving his body deliberately.

Isaac stilled, licking at his parted lips as his breath hitched, nostrils quivering as he inhaled the other male’s scent, a low whine escaping him. “Do you have any idea how good you look right now…?” he breathed out huskily, trying not to get aroused again and failing rather spectacularly.

The redhead widened his eyes, a transparent expression of innocence crossing his face. “Noooo … it must be pretty good for you to look like /that/ though.” 

the Tale of Sir Isaac

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Summer eased herself from Isaac’s hold, picking up a rich robe from the tumbled fabrics at the foot of the bed. “In just a moment,” she murmured, unconscious of how far her bearing had come from the nervous serf-girl. She slipped into the robe, lifting her hair out from the neck of it to spill down her back in burnished waves. Opening the door a crack, she exchanged low words with the guard on duty. When she turned back her gaze lingered on Isaac, stretched out in the bed.

“The seneschal wants to see you. He came by earlier, but my people sent him away,” she explained. “I’ve sent for breakfast, but in the meantime,” she climbed slowly back into the bed, “you should tell me some of those thoughts now.”

Laying sprawled out atop the covers, Isaac made absolutely no effort to hide himself away, comfortable being this open and vulnerable in the company of the woman he loved. Sweat glistened on his long body, muscles rippling under his pale skin as he shifted a little, eyes locked intently on her moving form as he smiled tenderly.

“He can wait — I want to spend as long as possible with you before other people begin monopolising our time,” he stated defiantly and sat up on his elbows, eyes glinting with mischief and just a little nervousness. “Yeah? Do you want me to tell you what I think of, what thoughts I allowed to fill my mind in your absence?”

“Yes,” she breathed, laying gentle kisses up his torso. “Tell me everything.”

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“Only if you promise not to tease me again,” Summer murmured wickedly. “Another session like that might kill me. I can’t keep up with your stamina.”

“I’m sure I should be able to restrain myself,” he teased with a crooked smile and leaned down to kiss him on the lips, his entire expression softening as he chuckled. “Yeah? I just can’t help it, when I’m around you, I guess?”

“Oh, you guess! Well. If you aren’t sure, I don’t know … maybe we need to find out how to make you sure.” Summer stretched out, arching and curving his body deliberately.

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They lay there blissed out for some time, drowning in the afterglow. Occasionally Summer would whisper Isaac’s name, or some faint curse. At last the chill of the air on their bare skin made the redhead start to shiver, despite the fact that he was half under very warm werewolf.

He’d never felt more comfortable, more sated, and he absently splayed his hands around the curve of Summer’s rear, healing any injuries he’d inflicted on his boyfriend throughout the duration of their passionate love-making. Feeling the other male shiver beneath him, he leaned up on his elbows and glanced down, tilting his head to the side. “Do you want to shower with me to warm up?”

“Only if you promise not to tease me again,” Summer murmured wickedly. “Another session like that might kill me. I can’t keep up with your stamina.”

the Tale of Sir Isaac

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The smile deepened a little. “Mmmm, we do have to. To eat, if nothing else. You want to keep your energy up, don’t you?” Blinking slowly and sweetly at him, she added, “I want to hear all the things that pass in your mind, which are not for polite conversation.”

“That I do — especially as I’m planning on a repeat performance later, I do hope that’s alright.” He flashed her a crooked grin and then stilled, eyes bulging wide as he nodded slowly. “Alright. Now, or later on?”

Summer eased herself from Isaac’s hold, picking up a rich robe from the tumbled fabrics at the foot of the bed. “In just a moment,” she murmured, unconscious of how far her bearing had come from the nervous serf-girl. She slipped into the robe, lifting her hair out from the neck of it to spill down her back in burnished waves. Opening the door a crack, she exchanged low words with the guard on duty. When she turned back her gaze lingered on Isaac, stretched out in the bed.

“The seneschal wants to see you. He came by earlier, but my people sent him away,” she explained. “I’ve sent for breakfast, but in the meantime,” she climbed slowly back into the bed, “you should tell me some of those thoughts now.”

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Utterly ignoring the way his body felt, Summer wrapped his arms, with some difficulty, around Isaac, and locked their mouths together. He whimpered slightly, desperate to show the werewolf how much he loved him.

Mewling and falling against his boyfriend’s chest as he was held, Isaac slid his hands under Summer’s back to gently crush him against his chest, shivering into the passionate kiss. He was content to just lay here forever with the other male.

They lay there blissed out for some time, drowning in the afterglow. Occasionally Summer would whisper Isaac’s name, or some faint curse. At last the chill of the air on their bare skin made the redhead start to shiver, despite the fact that he was half under very warm werewolf.