“I believe it was worth it. Most likely.”
She laughs again, and he smiles down at her. He seems in no hurry to move. Silvery light from the rising moon silhouettes him, and thoughts of experiencing the joining with him in the moonlight bring her own heat to the surface.
“We should go find that water,” she whispers, and his throat bobs as he nods.
When he climbs off her, the loss of his warmth sends shivers racing through her, though not the pleasant kind.
“You’re cold,” he says.
Was it that obvious?
“I wish for a jacket for my...wife,” he says softly in Nunian. Has he ever called her that before?
As a leather jacket forms around her, he finds her lips once more, and she clings to him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“I need to cool my magic,” he says long before she’s ready to let go, but she nods and reclaims her arms.
Her own heat needs to cool a bit, too.
As he lobs more fire into the air, she collects her boots. She’ll end up with new blisters if she puts them back on.
It might be worth it in order to feel Cerian’s hands on her again.
Stars above. She shakes her head. She doesn’t need blisters for that. She can just ask, can’t she? He’s her husband.
She probably doesn’t even need to ask. Not with words, anyway. There are other ways to convey what she wants.
That thought makes her blush.
Of course, she did push him into the bathtub earlier. He seemed not to mind. She bites her lip at the memory.
“Are you ready to continue?” he asks. “Or do you wish to put your boots back on?”
“I probably don’t need them, do I? You’ll rub my feet, even if I don’t have blisters?”
Well. That popped out before she could stop it.
He stares at her before responding. “I hope you’re not contemplating injuring yourself so I’ll rub your feet.”
“That would be ridiculous,” she says with a light huff of a laugh.
“It would be.”
“Right.” She hugs her boots to her chest. “I’m ready then.”
He eyes her for a moment before taking her boots with one hand and offering her his other arm, which she clings to.
“You can just ask,” he says so quietly she can barely hear him, and she rests her head against his shoulder.
“I know.”
“Do you?”
She looks up at him again, and he studies her with a gaze that pierces her heart.
“Do you know you can ask for whatever you need and almost anything you desire?” he asks softly. “Without feeling guilty?”
She opens her mouth before closing it again.
