Rising onto her tip toes, Cordelia tugged his shirt off and over his head, tossing it onto the slowly growing pile of clothes at their feet. Her laugh is bright and melodic, bottom lip catching between her teeth as she smiles up at his dumb expression, unable to help herself. A swooping caught her stomach, twisting it and causing it to flutter in anticipation, knowing exactly where they were going to end up. Her sweet, devoted husband had been so patient and she was finally here. Here and ready to be everything he needed.
Stumbling over her own feet, toes catching in the folds of fabric of his discarded clothes, the One Shot doesn't stop him from drawing her forward. Each stumble and bump more endearing than the last as he refused to look anywhere but at her. He clearly hadn't learned the layout of this house like he had their home in Halo. Had he been there, he would have been able to carry her to their bed with his eyes closed, but apparently not here and she loved him all the more for it.
Dexterous fingers worked they made their way through the house, ridding him of his belt and the button of his trousers, close to pushing those off too. She only hesitated for fear of making him trip further on their way to the bedroom. Accepting his kiss happily, Cordelia tilted her head up towards him, sighing once more into his mouth as his tongue swept out to taste her. Calloused hands pushed up the linen of her dress, revealing pale skin to the warm air, the contrast making her shiver in against him.
Then it was on the floor, too, joining the rest of the clothing they'd shed along the way. Her head fell back, fingers curling against his shoulders to steady herself as he kissed along her skin, igniting a trail of flames in his wake. The desire for his touch only rose, longing to be tangled with him in their bed once more, causing her heart to beat out a staccato against her ribs. "Noah.." She whispered, fingers winding into his hair and tugging him up, making him meet her eyes as she drew in a short breath, unsure of what she wanted to say, but needing him to look at her all the same.
Stumbling over her own feet, toes catching in the folds of fabric of his discarded clothes, the One Shot doesn't stop him from drawing her forward. Each stumble and bump more endearing than the last as he refused to look anywhere but at her. He clearly hadn't learned the layout of this house like he had their home in Halo. Had he been there, he would have been able to carry her to their bed with his eyes closed, but apparently not here and she loved him all the more for it.
Dexterous fingers worked they made their way through the house, ridding him of his belt and the button of his trousers, close to pushing those off too. She only hesitated for fear of making him trip further on their way to the bedroom. Accepting his kiss happily, Cordelia tilted her head up towards him, sighing once more into his mouth as his tongue swept out to taste her. Calloused hands pushed up the linen of her dress, revealing pale skin to the warm air, the contrast making her shiver in against him.
Then it was on the floor, too, joining the rest of the clothing they'd shed along the way. Her head fell back, fingers curling against his shoulders to steady herself as he kissed along her skin, igniting a trail of flames in his wake. The desire for his touch only rose, longing to be tangled with him in their bed once more, causing her heart to beat out a staccato against her ribs. "Noah.." She whispered, fingers winding into his hair and tugging him up, making him meet her eyes as she drew in a short breath, unsure of what she wanted to say, but needing him to look at her all the same.
Cordelia
My hand was the one you reached for all throughout the Great War
