Truly, Cordelia didn't care that there was mud on her floor or that her dress was streaked with it. She didn't care because it meant he was home. The One Shot melted into his embrace, holding him all the closer as his hands tightened at the small of her back, keeping her held steadily aloft. "I missed you too." And she had. An aching starting in her heart as soon as she left his side. It was how it had always been, but the Attuned hadn't realized just how much of him she'd been missing.
"They're with my parents. Just for tonight. I'll go and retrieve them tomorrow, but I wanted us to have some time together." The meaning behind her words crystal clear along their twisted bond, mixing with the heat that was already pooling deep in his belly, chasing away the chill of the rain. A chill she was happy to ignore if it meant he remained pressed against her, but he withdrew, setting her bare feet back onto the worn wooden floor. Noah made it barely a step before her hands found the front of his jacket, curling into the lapels with a steadfast grip, "Perhaps I should help you..."
Her honeyed gaze flitted up to his, lips twisting into a smile as she pushed his jacket from his shoulders, uncaring as it fell onto the floor with a wet slap. Fingertips traced along the broad expanse of his shoulders and chest, slipping along his waist to his sides, tugging loose the damp fabric of his shirt from the top of his pants. She stopped there, a dark brow arching as her head tilted to the side, examining his features as if she'd been gone for years instead of weeks. "Unless you'd prefer to go about it yourself?"
The playful current in her voice couldn't be missed as she inched his shirt up, lantern light bathing her in an otherworldly glow, doing nothing to hide the transparency of her dress now that it was soaked through with rain water. Cordelia paused, fighting her smirk as she waited for her husband's response.
"They're with my parents. Just for tonight. I'll go and retrieve them tomorrow, but I wanted us to have some time together." The meaning behind her words crystal clear along their twisted bond, mixing with the heat that was already pooling deep in his belly, chasing away the chill of the rain. A chill she was happy to ignore if it meant he remained pressed against her, but he withdrew, setting her bare feet back onto the worn wooden floor. Noah made it barely a step before her hands found the front of his jacket, curling into the lapels with a steadfast grip, "Perhaps I should help you..."
Her honeyed gaze flitted up to his, lips twisting into a smile as she pushed his jacket from his shoulders, uncaring as it fell onto the floor with a wet slap. Fingertips traced along the broad expanse of his shoulders and chest, slipping along his waist to his sides, tugging loose the damp fabric of his shirt from the top of his pants. She stopped there, a dark brow arching as her head tilted to the side, examining his features as if she'd been gone for years instead of weeks. "Unless you'd prefer to go about it yourself?"
The playful current in her voice couldn't be missed as she inched his shirt up, lantern light bathing her in an otherworldly glow, doing nothing to hide the transparency of her dress now that it was soaked through with rain water. Cordelia paused, fighting her smirk as she waited for her husband's response.
Cordelia
My hand was the one you reached for all throughout the Great War
