lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

She hummed softly in response, biting gently at a shoulderblade then kissing it. He was real, he was there, and she intended to kiss every part of him before she let him go even a foot away from her again.

“Wha’ you doin’?” he slurred sleepily and stretched out on the sheets, otherwise making absolutely no effort whatsoever to move from where he was currently sprawled out. “Mmm, s’good…”

“Mine,” she murmured, punctuating it with a kiss. She worked her way down, buried under heaps of bedclothes, interspersing possessive words with more kisses, nips, and licks. Returning to the middle, she pushed and prodded until he rolled over, leaving her a new canvas.

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

The tower room had no windows, and the maidservant who came to poke up the fire for morning tiptoed in and out with extreme care, on the orders of the chamberlain. No one was to disturb the pair, on pain of … well, pain. The chamberlain’s threat was rather indeterminate — not that anyone in the household wished to disagree with his point.

It was quite late in the morning, then, when Summer woke, arms still clasped tight about Isaac. She spent a little time simply watching him sleep. It was just as she remembered, he softened in sleep, seeming almost childlike in his relaxation. Lightly, she stroked his face, fingertips tracing his mouth.

Hours passed and he slept on deeply, comforted by her proximity as they tangled and pressed up against one another, and it was clear that if one of them moved too much, the other would awaken instantly. As morning finally rolled around, he was now sprawled out on his stomach, unruly curls fanning out around his head, limbs twitching as he remained buried in a dream, a smile upon his face.

Moving slowly and keeping as much warmth under the piles of covers as she could, she draped herself over his back, lips pressing against the nape of his neck. She could feel his heartbeat, pacing with hers, and tangled the fingers of one hand in his hair before starting to leave kisses down his spine.

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

His only answer was her soft breathing. Even in sleep her hand drifted across his skin, as if she couldn’t bear not knowing for sure if he was there. The emotional privation of the past three months was written clearly in lines on her face, lines that hadn’t been there before.

Watching her sleep for a long moment, he reached out and ever so gently pushed her fiery hair away from her face, scared of wakening her up so soon. He could watch her sleep forever, he mused with a smile on his face, and as her hand moved across his torso, his curled around her waist, holding each other as he finally drifted off into an exhausted sleep by her side.

The tower room had no windows, and the maidservant who came to poke up the fire for morning tiptoed in and out with extreme care, on the orders of the chamberlain. No one was to disturb the pair, on pain of … well, pain. The chamberlain’s threat was rather indeterminate — not that anyone in the household wished to disagree with his point.

It was quite late in the morning, then, when Summer woke, arms still clasped tight about Isaac. She spent a little time simply watching him sleep. It was just as she remembered, he softened in sleep, seeming almost childlike in his relaxation. Lightly, she stroked his face, fingertips tracing his mouth.

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

“Be still,” she murmured, nearly inaudible, “be still … “

A petulant pout formed on his lips but he obeyed without question, hips stilling and lowering to the bed as he turned to face her. “I love you so much, Summer…”

His only answer was her soft breathing. Even in sleep her hand drifted across his skin, as if she couldn’t bear not knowing for sure if he was there. The emotional privation of the past three months was written clearly in lines on her face, lines that hadn’t been there before.

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

“Hmmm?” She was already half-asleep, just petting him as if he were some great cat, or a hound sharing her bed for warmth.

“Staying together forever like this,” he continued sleepily before being interrupted by a wide yawn, body arching up into her every touch as if she were the puppet master, and he were the puppet, dancing to her every command.

“Be still,” she murmured, nearly inaudible, “be still … “

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

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.

“That really does sound perfect though, doesn’t it?” Isaac murmured and mirrored her yawn, his body stretching out and contorting in a rather feline manner, before he trembled at her seemingly innocent touch. “Mmm.”

“Hmmm?” She was already half-asleep, just petting him as if he were some great cat, or a hound sharing her bed for warmth.

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

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.

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

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.

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

His eagerness made her laugh. “It’s really not far.” She let him pull her up, then tugged him by the hand through the near-darkness to a curtained alcove next to the fireplace. Brushing the curtains back, she revealed another, smaller room, mostly filled with bed. A heavy wooden door appeared to lead outside, and a small fireplace shared the chimney with the other room, lending this one a slight warmth.

Eyeing her with an unconcealed adoration, Isaac simply nodded and smiled, eagerly allowing her to lead the way, shivering a little as the bare soles of his feet pressed against the frigid flooring. As they approached the room, his eyes widened in surprise, casting their surroundings an appreciative glance as he wrapped his arms around Summer’s waist. “Mmm, I think I could just hide away with you in here forever.”

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.”