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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[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.