"Thou art my new pillow" (quelaagofizalith)
He could not help but chuckle. Whenever she got herself comfortable, attempting to escape her grip was a futile exercise. But seeing just how pleasant his ‘prison’ was, he purred and kissed her forehead.
“You like to cuddle much more than you would like to admit.”
@quelaagofizalith
The mischievous smile she wore died down as he spoke. True, she has been a lot less…cautious with her emotions around the dragonslayer.
With a sigh, she rested her head on his chest. “Thou art right. I hath not realized, but I have been more..forthcoming with intimacy. It seems you are a poor influence on me.”
“Poor influence, hm?” He relaxed as his arms slowly traced her figure. “Well, I am not complaining. I find you much more charming like this.”
She buffs, a breathy laugh escaping her lips. She takes a finger and traces up and down his body, making sure to go over the sensitive spots.
"A poor influence indeed." She comments. Watching his chest rise and fall with each breath. "Thy constant endeavors have overpowered my constant pushing away of you. It is because of you that I no longer feel weak for even thinking of what I am about to say."
