“Breathe, Rominy,” she laughs.
“I may never breathe again.” His voice is hoarse as she steps toward him. After pressing a soft kiss to his lips, she places his warrior leathers in his hands.
“Suit up, my love. Tonight, you’re a Prince of Lostariel.”
I Have Plans for You Tonight
Episode 57
Rominybreathesoutslowlyas he gazes down at himself.
Leather.
Elowyn looks amazing in leather.
He just feels ridiculous, as if he’s playing dress up in someone else’s clothes.
There’s nothing for it. With a sigh, he opens the door to join Elowyn in their little sitting room. He didn’t ask her to leave, but he would have felt even more awkward in his new ensemble if she had watched him put it on.
She’s leaning against the stairwell near the door, and she looks up when he appears. Her eyes sweep over him as his heart pounds.
Then she trails her eyes over him again.
“I told you I couldn’t pull off leather,” he mumbles, and she laughs before pushing away from the wall and walking toward him.
“I find myself reconsidering my plan to visit the labyrinth,” she says.
“What?”
She clutches his collar and pulls him closer.
And then she kisses him. It’s not like the other kisses she’s initiated. This one is demanding as she wraps her arms around his neck and hangs on him while her body melds with his.
Stars above.
Maybe she likes him in leather after all.
The sparks on her tongue are tantalizing but overwhelming, and she feels like fire. He can barely taste her water magic. She’s all smoke and heat as she digs her hands into his hair.
“Elowyn.” He pulls away slightly.
“Just kiss me, Rominy,” she breathes near his ear. “Forget about chasing dragons.”
She finds his lips again, and every inch of his body longs to do exactly that. To follow this wherever it leads. But she’ll either burn him or dehydrate herself at the rate she’s going. When she slips her hands under his shirt, he flinches as her heat hits the sensitive skin at his stomach, though her touch sends shivers racing through him.
“Elowyn, love, you’re like fire,” he murmurs against her lips.
She stiffens, and her eyes snap open before she pulls away and starts cursing in Elvish. At least it sounds like she’s cursing. Then she flings a set of fireballs at the hearth across the room, and he jumps.
This side of her is both fascinating and a little terrifying. He saw a hint of it with the doctor earlier.
And she is magnificent with her leathers and her painted eyes. Not to mention the fire magic flying from her in an apparent attempt to obliterate the hearth while mumbling who knows what under her breath.
The urge to draw her into his arms again is strong, but he doesn’t dare get too close to her flames. Unsure what else to do, he waits while she works through whatever this is.
After a few minutes, she quiets and her fire grows less intense. Eventually, it dissipates altogether, and when she turns sheepish eyes toward him, he struggles not to smile.
“Forgive me,” she whispers. “I’m told I inherited my mother’s fiery spirit to go with my father’s fire magic. I’m usually better at controlling both.”
