Working alongside Cordelia made Noah's chest rumble and crackle with warmth. It reminded him of their time together in King's End, when their love started as mere embers compared to the raging fire it was now. Though they had been there together under the worst of circumstances, it was the opportunity that the gods provided for them to meld into each other. Had they not been otherthrown in Halo, Noah honestly wasn't sure he would have been able to look up from his desk, from his work, long enough to notice the way she looked at him. but in exile together? It was all they could do to survive, to tangle in on each other, to strengthen the other and kindle the burning flames of their love that would then fuel the ability to bring them home.
"I'm sure it does, just as much as mine with Vi will have me working in both Halo and the Hollowed Grounds." He said, reminding himself and her about the words of his deity.
Crouching down, Noah pulled their rolled sleeping mats nearer him. He unrolled them and placed them close together. Then he reached for the wool blanket in Cordelia's pack. Her words were like honey dripping, and Noah nearly purred with every syllable. Turned away from her, albeit briefly, Noah's lips curled into a twisted, cunning smirk. He did remember. He would never forget the way her body had ground against his once he had lifted her up by her thighs, how her mouth softly groaned against his neck with each thrust. But as he turned, Noah gasped a soft, appalled gasp, and his eyes twinkled with boyish delight. "Now, now, there are children present." He said, gesturing broadly towards their twins that had fallen asleep curled in the presence of one another.
