Page 29 of The Nixie and the Frost Elf

I pull away from him, but only so I can turn around and face him. His pale blue eyes glimmer in the slight morning light coming through the curtain, only making them more mesmerising than they already were.

I put a hand to his cheek and smile. "Morning."

"Morning," he responds.

"I didn't wake you, did I?"

"No, I was just about awake. But I thought you were still asleep until just now."

"Oh." I trail a hand over his cheek, admiring the contrast between my green skin and his blue. They complement one another well, making everything feel all the more right.

"How are you feeling?" he asks.

"Good," I respond, stretching out my legs and bumping them against his. "Last night was a lot of fun."

"It was," he agrees.

"And still a relief. I think." It's hard to fully put how I feel into words, but I'm sure I'll find them eventually.

Concern fills his eyes. "You think?"

I chew on my bottom lip and start tracing the patterns on his chest. "Are you sure you're okay that we didn't have sex last night?" I ask the question that's on his mind.

"We did have sex last night," he responds. "I remember it very vividly."

My cheeks heat in response to his words. "I like that. And knowing that you might think about it when you...you know."

He chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest, and then through me. "I am definitely going to think about it when I do that." He brushes my hair out of my face and looks at me with an adoring expression. "Will you?"

"I don't know," I admit. "I don't touch myself very often, mostly when I'm trying to sleep and can't. But maybe I'll try."

The response I get from him isn't verbal, but it is immediate, and he shifts his hips so he isn't pressing into me. "It's the morning."

"And we're talking about it," I say. "That's bound to get a response."

"It is."

"But, erm, I'm not going to want to do it every day."

"I assumed as much," he responds. "But you do want to do it again at some point?"

"Yes."

"You were very responsive," he murmurs.

"I do like feeling good," I respond. "And it did feel good. I just don't feel the need to, if that makes sense."

He nods. "So long as you're comfortable."

"Very." I rest my head against his chest and let out a satisfied sigh. "I don't want to get up."

"Then you don't have to. When's your first lecture?" he asks.

I prop myself up so I can see his clock and wrinkle my nose. "In a couple of hours."

"You don't have to go," he suggests mischievously.

"I definitely do. I didn't work hard to get into university only to not turn up to lectures. Even for you."