It's too much to bear my darlin', the weight of the world
And I would carry it for you
Noah didn't notice how his companions settled them in. Vi'dore stood in his usual guard at the door while Eira used her body to shut it, to keep the rain at bay. While he didn't notice, he was thankful for them anyways. Their excitement thrummed along the deep corners of their soul bond. Seeing Cordelia here made them feel an ease and joy they hadn't felt since her and the twins returned to Halo.
Noah, soaking arms devouring his wife, didn't want to move. The heat in his belly rose and consumed him all over. He no longer registered that he was sopping wet and disgusting from racing through muddy and wet streets. It didn't matter. All the mattered was her, here, with him, in his arms. Her scolding was lost on him as he buried his lips into her face. When she broke the kiss Noah sighed, his eyes slipping closed at the burning touch of her forehead against his. The breath that followed his sigh was just as shaky as he tightened his grip on her back, bunching linen in his broad and calloused hands.
"I missed you." He declared, the tone of his voice dismissing her unnecessary apology. "Are the twins sleeping, or are they with your parents?" He asked, keeping his eyes closed as he savored the closeness of her body. While it had only been a few weeks since she packed up to visit their true home, every hour without her was agony in his mind, in his heart. He let his eyes open and his head come up as her lips brushed against his--trying to stop her from turning her head with his own lips, but to no avail. "Oh?" He asked, head tilting as he looked over her shoulder and down at the stove. It's what Eira had scented first, through the sheets of rain. Noah's smile was soft as it reached for his ears.
It was only at the faintest hint of her body shivering in his arms that he remembered he was wet. He blinked and took a begrudging step back from her (go back, his heart screamed). "I better change, then, so we can have dinner." He smiled through his words, glacier eyes having a hard time leaving her's as he forced himself to turn and go to the bedroom.
Noah, soaking arms devouring his wife, didn't want to move. The heat in his belly rose and consumed him all over. He no longer registered that he was sopping wet and disgusting from racing through muddy and wet streets. It didn't matter. All the mattered was her, here, with him, in his arms. Her scolding was lost on him as he buried his lips into her face. When she broke the kiss Noah sighed, his eyes slipping closed at the burning touch of her forehead against his. The breath that followed his sigh was just as shaky as he tightened his grip on her back, bunching linen in his broad and calloused hands.
"I missed you." He declared, the tone of his voice dismissing her unnecessary apology. "Are the twins sleeping, or are they with your parents?" He asked, keeping his eyes closed as he savored the closeness of her body. While it had only been a few weeks since she packed up to visit their true home, every hour without her was agony in his mind, in his heart. He let his eyes open and his head come up as her lips brushed against his--trying to stop her from turning her head with his own lips, but to no avail. "Oh?" He asked, head tilting as he looked over her shoulder and down at the stove. It's what Eira had scented first, through the sheets of rain. Noah's smile was soft as it reached for his ears.
It was only at the faintest hint of her body shivering in his arms that he remembered he was wet. He blinked and took a begrudging step back from her (go back, his heart screamed). "I better change, then, so we can have dinner." He smiled through his words, glacier eyes having a hard time leaving her's as he forced himself to turn and go to the bedroom.
