toward distance

Characters: Urianger Augurelt, Moenbryda Wilfsunnwyn
Warnings: It's smut.
Summary:

“I am listening,” he says.

She was smiling before, but now she grins like the coeurl who got the cream. (“Thus devoured by thee,” comes Urianger’s untethered and gossamer thought.) “I know you are,” she tells him. "All right, all right. Somber man.” She reaches up to touch his brow, then the hair at his temple, then the ridge of his ear. “I am thinking about how funny it is, me in your bed--that you let me into your bed, when all I said was--how did I put it?”

“Quoting thee, ‘I think it is time…’”

“Right! ‘I think it’s time you and I had a romp.’ And you let me right in.”

toward distance

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