[ There is that smile of his right before your lips meet, his own parting to welcome you instinctively. You taste of flavors that bring to mind home and hearth, a fire burning through pine logs to keep the chill away, of evening and moonlight and cinnamon and apples.
His hands smooth over the fabric of your clothes, a sigh leaving him as he nudges your face upwards so he can suck at your pulse. Once this is all over, provided that Christmas hasn't come and gone in the Fifth World, he's going to hunt up a proper Christmas tree and drag you along for the holidays. You have, after all, had a hand in making his family whole again -- and he wants you to be part of that. He wants all of it, with you. ]
Have I told you lately how happy you make me?
[ A teasing nip, at the lobe of your ear, one hand snaking between your bodies and tugging your robe open so he can take you by the hilt. He's feeling you up now, thumb teasing the tip of you, the warm and callused texture of his hand stroking you up with the kind of tenderness and familiarity that'll reflect in the look he sends your way and says without words how much he craves only you. ]
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His hands smooth over the fabric of your clothes, a sigh leaving him as he nudges your face upwards so he can suck at your pulse. Once this is all over, provided that Christmas hasn't come and gone in the Fifth World, he's going to hunt up a proper Christmas tree and drag you along for the holidays. You have, after all, had a hand in making his family whole again -- and he wants you to be part of that. He wants all of it, with you. ]
Have I told you lately how happy you make me?
[ A teasing nip, at the lobe of your ear, one hand snaking between your bodies and tugging your robe open so he can take you by the hilt. He's feeling you up now, thumb teasing the tip of you, the warm and callused texture of his hand stroking you up with the kind of tenderness and familiarity that'll reflect in the look he sends your way and says without words how much he craves only you. ]