Saffron, after Cubefall

[scots_wolf]

There are just a few candles flickering in Urquhart's room; the rest is darkened and quiet.

He comes in backwards, pulling Saffron with him, and kicks the door shut in a hurry.

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[scots_wolf]

At the same time, he spills out into her, hands tensing on her as all his energy flows into that one spot, and then explodes in a firework of unspeakable pleasure.

[yosafbridge]

She's grateful, then, for the cooler temperature of the water, her body bonelessly sinking back to lean on him, her head resting on his shoulder, eyes drifting closed.

She tilts her head back to press a gentle and brief kiss to his jaw, nuzzling tenderly.

[scots_wolf]

As the shudders leave him, both his hands sink into her lap, and he leans back against the rim of the pool, holding her while he feels as if all his strength was leaking out into the water.

[yosafbridge]

She's relaxed, contented, every ounce of remaining energy slowly trickling out of her body as she slumps over him, sighing softly.

"You," she murmurs. "Amazing."

[scots_wolf]

"You, too," he whispers against the wet ends of her red hair. "And lovely!"

[yosafbridge]

"But would you like to be called lovely?" she teases, head lolling against his chest.

[scots_wolf]

He chuckles softly.

"I'd think that very odd," he says.

[yosafbridge]

"I'll have to think of a different word when my brain starts working again," she sighs.

Her limbs drift uselessly through the water, her body still tingling.

[scots_wolf]

"It's enough that you are lovely," Urquhart murmurs. "I can just be big hairy old me."

[yosafbridge]

She chuckles, pulling off of him before she shifts her weight to sit across his lap, her arms going around his neck.

"You're not so bad to look at yourself, you know."

[scots_wolf]

His arms go around her so she's comfortable.

"Perhaps," he admits, "if you like them tall and broad and hairy."

[yosafbridge]

"Perhaps I only like you tall and broad and hairy," she counters, pursing her lips at him.

"What do you think of that?"

[scots_wolf]

"Well, I like it that you like to look at me, whatever for," Urquhart says. "Because that means I get to look back at you."

[yosafbridge]

"I prefer to do a whole lot more than look," Saffron murmurs, cuddling up to him.

"But you've never complained about that part."

[scots_wolf]

"I think I haven't found anything at all to complain about, where you are concerned," Urquhart says.

[yosafbridge]

"That makes two of us," she decides, smiling for a moment.

"Except, perhaps, the multiple deaths."

[scots_wolf]

"People have refrained from killing me again so far," Urquhart says. "So far, I've kept my promise."

[yosafbridge]

"You certainly have," she agrees, resting her head on his shoulder.

"You're a man of your profession and a man of your word."

[scots_wolf]

He tightens his arms around her.

"You certainly know how to make me feel appreciated," Urquhart murmurs.

[yosafbridge]

He'll likely feel her cheeks tensing as she smiles against his skin, placing a brief kiss to his collarbone.

"Because you are."

[scots_wolf]

In answer, he just strokes her back.

"It was a good idea to pick wolf-shape," he then says, seemingly out of nothing.

But she probably knows what he means.

[yosafbridge]

"It was," she agrees.

For even as she sits relaxed, enjoying the warmth and the strength of his body, there's still a small flickering flame of desire for him that continues to burn in the pit of her stomach.

Always below the surface, if not rising above it.

[scots_wolf]

He can't think of anything to say that wouldn't sound trite and entirely wrong; so he just lets his finger trail up and down her body and says nothing.

[yosafbridge]

She falls silent, too, and even though her body is still recovering her mind is jumping ahead to think, to dwell, as she rests in his lap a little longer.