[ He earns the hint of a pleased look. Before she rolls away, the mention of supper drawing her mind elsewhere, she drags her index finger down along the scar above his brow, leaning in to press a kiss there. ]
We only need one, but I prefer far more with us.
[ She'd slipped his shirt on whilst they'd lounged in his bed and he communicated with their allies. It creeps up as she scoots off his bed, dropping back down with the weight of gravity tugging on it. The tail end of it brushes a little past mid-thigh on her, and she's half tempted to walk about simply like this: hair loose, in his shirt, with nothing but her boots on with it. ]
Have you exhausted yourself of the wonderment of battle?
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We only need one, but I prefer far more with us.
[ She'd slipped his shirt on whilst they'd lounged in his bed and he communicated with their allies. It creeps up as she scoots off his bed, dropping back down with the weight of gravity tugging on it. The tail end of it brushes a little past mid-thigh on her, and she's half tempted to walk about simply like this: hair loose, in his shirt, with nothing but her boots on with it. ]
Have you exhausted yourself of the wonderment of battle?