Cordelia
It was a cold reminder to douse the heat that was kindling between them, but Cordelia wasn’t going to let it dampen the desire that was swirling in her belly. He might be leaving her tonight, but he would be back and they still had now, didn’t they? However long until the chill of the night chased away the heat of the day and drew Noah from her embrace. His arms tightened around her, drawing her closer, melding her body to curve against his. ”Stay with me just a little longer… Don’t go yet.” Greedy fingers trailed beneath the linen of his shirt, tracing hard lines of muscle, a thumb pressing into the jut of his hip bone and scratching the blunt of her nail against the skin that was stretched taut there. Her words murmured against the column of his throat as her lips found a home there, pressing a heated kiss there, tongue darting out to taste his skin before he was speaking again.
This time he spoke of Vi and the words that the God imparted to him. It stilled her wandering hands for only a moment and she listened closely to what he had to say, tucking it away and committing it to memory, drawing back just enough to gaze up at him. There was a lazy heat in her eyes even as she focused intently on his words. ”Then that’s what we’ll do. We’ll take our home back. As soon as we’re able to. With or without the Order’s help.” Except they will have the Order to back them. If this was Vi’s will then it was the will of the Order as well as she understood things.
Cordelia shivered as his lips placed their own kiss on the sensitive skin of her ear, causing her nails to curl at his hip, biting lightly into the skin as a shaky exhale escaped parted lips. The image his words provoked in her mind had a sweet heat curling in her belly, a desire suddenly swelling there as the image of blonde haired babies with glacier or amber eyes came unbidden, their little home tucked away from the world. A set of small training bows in various sizes, little deerskin shoes lining the wall by the door, and sweaters of different colors hanging up to dry. ”I’ve always wanted a big family. At least three children if I’m blessed with the ability.”
This time he spoke of Vi and the words that the God imparted to him. It stilled her wandering hands for only a moment and she listened closely to what he had to say, tucking it away and committing it to memory, drawing back just enough to gaze up at him. There was a lazy heat in her eyes even as she focused intently on his words. ”Then that’s what we’ll do. We’ll take our home back. As soon as we’re able to. With or without the Order’s help.” Except they will have the Order to back them. If this was Vi’s will then it was the will of the Order as well as she understood things.
Cordelia shivered as his lips placed their own kiss on the sensitive skin of her ear, causing her nails to curl at his hip, biting lightly into the skin as a shaky exhale escaped parted lips. The image his words provoked in her mind had a sweet heat curling in her belly, a desire suddenly swelling there as the image of blonde haired babies with glacier or amber eyes came unbidden, their little home tucked away from the world. A set of small training bows in various sizes, little deerskin shoes lining the wall by the door, and sweaters of different colors hanging up to dry. ”I’ve always wanted a big family. At least three children if I’m blessed with the ability.”
All the king's horses, all the king's men
Couldn't put me together again
Couldn't put me together again
