Do you by chance write for Brennen? (fourth wing) I don’t remember if you do or not, anyways if you do maybe back in his Basgiath years Marbh is bonded to readers dragon. Bren and reader already being friends and honestly being happy about the bond which eventually gives one of them the courage to ask the other out. Male reader preferably if you do write this, thx :)
Thank you for the request! If you're ever confused or unsure about what characters I write for, it is listed in the rules for requests post at the top of my masterlist
This ask just fitted the prompt for Romance week Day 4 so perfectly, I hope you don't mind me having kept it in the drafts until now.
Bonded
Warnings: Swearing, smut, anal, blow jobs, porn with plot, soft sex, friends to lovers, suggestive
Dividers by: @empyreanevents
Word Count: 5.4k
It's quiet.
'Don't travel in groups'
Too quiet.
'You'll have better chances alone'
Kaori's words ring deafeningly loud in my head.
'If you feel a pull, follow it. That's your dragon calling.'
But there's nothing except silence, and my time is running out. I can see lines of smoke rising from various areas. I don't know whether I should avoid them, or follow one. Surely if there's smoke, the cadet that tried was found unworthy, so the dragon's available. Question is, what makes me different?
Every muscle in my body aches from overuse, and tension. But I can't stop. I won't. Light fades, making each step more difficult as the uneven ground threatens to ensnare me. I don't know if it's paranoia, or I'm going insane, but the environment feels more hostile than it did a mere hour ago.
Panic rises within me, alarm bells shrieking to be heeded, and yet I have to keep walking this way. I don't know why, I just... do. Is this the pull Kaori was talking about? Not to sound dramatic, but it feels like being led to death with the way my heart pounds the closer I get.
A shadow passes by overhead in a flash.
'Shit. Fuck. No. No way.'
Threshing's over, and I don't have a dragon.
I don't look, I just run. Perhaps not the smartest idea in a field of dragons, but the only one my brain can come up with at this moment. There's a cave up ahead, but to get to it, I'd have to expose myself running across a clearing.
'I should stop. Give up. Repeat the year.'
Wait. There. In the darkness of the cave opening. Golden eyes.
'Run'
The voice is low. Predatory. I blink, almost certain desperation has finally broken me.
'...Can I get a direction with that?'
'...'
Ah, silence, my old friend.
'Scalar, not vector, got it'
No comment that time either. Damn, tough crowd. I thought it was funny. Brennan would've laughed.
Focus.
'Okay, option 1: Run across into the cave with floating eyes where I may or may not be killed. Option 2: Repeat the year, and potentially die the 2nd time around. Not great choices.'
The shadow passes again, larger, closer to the ground.
'Now or never, I guess'
My boots hit the ground, mud splashing up onto my leathers. I skid to a stop, face to face with deep brown scales. Flaming gold eyes narrow on me. Analysing.
'Are you worthy of a dragon? Of me?'
I straighten my spine. Answer the call.
'That's not for me to decide'
She chuffs, hot air scorching my skin.
'Good answer'
She steps forward, claws sinking deep into the earth, leaving behind gashes. For every one she takes, I have to take at least five back. The dragon rises to her full height, staring down her snout at me. She then proceeds to circle me, scorpion tail flicking periodically. A threat.
'A promise,' she corrects.
Once two full rounds have been completed, she stops in front of me. Still imposing, but, less so.
'My name, is Slànaighear. And you, Y/n L/n, will be mine'
Flying is exhilarating. Horrible, and gut-wrenching too, of course but, there really is nothing quite like it.
That high is short lived, however, because of course having bonded so late into threshing, all the speeches have already started, and I arrive in the middle of general Sorrengail's. What a fucking shit show.
I dismount, and despite the fact that I really should be more concerned with whether or not I pissed Lilith off enough for her to do something, I can't help but scan the assembled cadets — sorry, riders — for him.
'Who are you looking for?'
'No one'
'Hmm. Brennan Sorrengail.'
I flinch.
'Eldest child of the General, close friend of yours. Lover? Potentially.'
'He's not. We're just friends'
'Jerk off to thoughts of all your friends do you?'
I have to press the blunt edges of my nails into my skin almost hard enough to draw blood just so I don't outwardly react.
'Look, I know that you can access all my thoughts, and memories from now on, but do you think maybe you could leave those ones alone? Or at the very least pretend to?'
'If you don't want me digging in your memories, then answer when I ask you a question'
I'd like to say that technically I did answer, just not truthfully, but I'm worried what she might pull out next if I do.
'Smart man'
Everyone is stepping forward across from their dragons for some reason. I kind of spaced out, so I'm not entirely sure what's going on, but I figure copying the others is my best bet right now.
I try not to seem completely clueless, but a searing pain explodes on my right ribs, and the burn spreads half-way across my back and stomach sending all prior thoughts out the window.
I almost have to take a knee just to get through it, but the glare Slànaighear, Slàna, shoots me is warning enough to stay standing.
'Since you were clearly not listening, I will explain. What you have just felt was my mark, it is what I will use to channel to you. Go ahead. Take a look'
Gingerly, I lift the edge of my shirt, putting my abs on full display for any onlookers. Instead of the usual lightly tanned skin, it's interrupted by the rich mahogany of a dragon, tail curled up, poised to strike, body lowered in attack position. Deadly. Gorgeous.
'Not bad if I say so myself'
'It's perfect'
A soft purr reverberates through my skull, bumps rising on my skin at the sensation. No time is afforded to me after that to speak more with Slàna, as the scribe that tracks the dragon, and rider names is called back to irritatedly take down ours.
Not a second later, I'm told that I have to meet Kaori in his classroom. Immediately. Still, I hold out hope that in the chaos I'll spot Brennan.
'He's okay. He's a great rider. There's no way he didn't bond,'
'Who are you trying to convince?'
'...I don't know. No one, I just— I need it to be true'
She goes silent after that. I don't know what to make of it.
I make it to his class, and in the centre stands Kaori, and another cadet with red hair, back to me; my favourite person in the whole world.
"Bren!" I yell, practically tackling him.
He lets out an 'oof' at the impact, lurching forward, almost hitting the Professor. Brennan then turns, beaming. His arms wrap back around me, and he squeezes tight. After a long moment, perhaps too long, judging by the look Kaori gives us as we awkwardly untangle ourselves from each other.
He smiles to himself, as if he witnessed a secret. Brennan clears his throat, eyes darting anywhere but at him. "So, Professor, why did you need us here?"
His gaze shifts between us, then he says, "Because you both are in a rather rare situation. You have bonded dragons that are mated. This means your dragons — Marbh, and Slàna — can never be separated for long periods of time. For the rest of your careers, you will be assigned to the same outpost, and for convenience, Cadet L/n, you will be absorbed into Cadet Sorrengail's squad. I trust that won't be a problem?"
He says it as if he's in a joke with us, smothering a smirk under the pretense of professionalism.
"Not at all, Sir," Brennan responds, answering for the both of us, as he often does.
Kaori sucks his teeth, then raises his eyebrows. "Don't make a mess," he says over his shoulder, walking out of the classroom.
The moment the door clicks shut, we burst out laughing, needing to lean on the other for support.
"Oh my god! Did you see his face? He totally thinks we're fucking"
"Definitely." I let out an incredibly over exaggerated sigh, "This is gonna suck"
He turns to me, head tilted in the most adorable, heart-stealing way possible, "What is?"
"I survived all this bullshit, just to be forced to spend the rest of my life with you."
Brennan's mouth falls open in mock offense.
"I truly cannot think of a worse punishment"
"You asshole!" He grabs the nearest non-deadly item within reach — a rubber band ball — and chucks it at me, full force. I only just manage to avoid it by a mere millimetre or two.
"You know, you should be grateful you get to be in my presence."
I laugh in disbelief at his words.
"I mean, I'm a legacy rider—" he trails off, running behind a desk when I come at him.
"You're an entitled piece of shit!"
We continue hurling insults at each other, the largest smiles known to man fixed on our faces. Eventually we realise that rest is something we should get, cause tomorrow's a big day, so naturally, we race to the dorms. About half-way I remember that we've got private rooms now, and quickly pivot to find the dorm assignment sheet. Brennan takes almost a full ten seconds to see I'm no longer on his tail, and an additional five seconds to understand why, giving me an easy win.
"You cheated," he pants.
"Remembering key information is not cheating," I defend, leaning against my door. With how far ahead I was, I took the time to find his name too. I don't know if it's a coincidence, or by design, but his room is right across from mine.
Brennan breathes heavily, the thinnest sheen of sweat coating his skin. I can't look away. I don't particularly want to, but even if I did, I couldn't. His Adam's apple bobs, and it's the most effortlessly erotic thing I've seen in my life. He's staring at me, and I have to be reading him wrong, because there is no way there's that kind of intent behind his gaze.
I clear my throat, breaking the tension, "Good night, Bren. See you tomorrow"
"Night." He takes one last look, dragging his eyes up my whole body before slipping inside, and shutting the door.
I sink down, sliding against the polished wood of the door immediately after locking it.
"I am so, eternally fucked"
Time Skip
It's been about a month since Threshing, and honestly? It's been fucking amazing! I spend almost every hour of the day with Brennan. Sure his squad's there too, and they haven't fully warmed up to me yet, but I don't really care.
There is an unfortunate downside to all this though. That tiny, minuscule crush I had on him? Yeah, that's about a hundred times worse now. I mean, how could it not be? He is literally shirtless in front of me right now. Amari, save me.
He's training abs, and arms today. I'm technically training with him, but with how good he looks, there's not enough blood available to be pumped into my muscles for a workout, so I'm just... enjoying the view.
He's saying something. I think it's about the physics work; I could be wrong, he could've moved onto a different topic. None of it matters when he looks like that.
Brennan glances back at me, brow raised. He throws a devastating smile at me, and the fact that I have somehow managed to keep my feet under me is miraculous.
~Like what you see?~
That voice, identical to Brennan's, just came from inside my head. I almost fall over in surprise. My eyes dart around frantically, searching for the source because surely it couldn't have been—
~Still right in front of you,~ he taunts.
I stare at him, bug-eyed. Brennan stands there, barely containing his laughter, lips pressed together while his shoulders shake.
~What? Did Slàna not tell you about this?~
I don't know why he bothers asking. The answer's clear. Nonetheless, I shake my head, stepping closer to him so that I can grab his wrist, and drag him somewhere quieter.
Once we're alone, the questions come unbidden, "How are you doing that? When did you find out you could? Am I able to do it too? Can you— "
Brennan uses his hand to cover my mouth, stopping my word vomit. He chuckles before replying, "I can speak to you because Marbh, and Slàna are bonded. We're all linked in some way, and so everyone of us can speak mind-to-mind, though Marbh said if I ever tried to talk to Slàna for a non-emergency reason, he'd eat me, so I feel like a good rule of thumb is to stick with your bonded dragon."
"I found out three days ago when I was practising grounding in preparation of manifestation, and saw two energies that weren't coming from Marbh. He explained the whole thing to me. I didn't say anything for the sole purpose of seeing your face when I popped into your head"
I glare half-heartedly as his ridiculous grin grows wider. His hand is still on my mouth, and now that the shock has worn off, I realise how intimately close we are. I can feel the heat coming off his body; he's definitely closer than he needs to be.
"Yes, you can do it too, I'll teach you how tonight."
Brennan finally removes his hand. When he does, I have to lock every muscle in my body so that I don't lean forward to chase his touch. It's embarrassing. Pathetic really. Fuck, what is wrong with me?
Despite the new, much needed distance between us, my face is on fire, and I'm still incredibly turned on. None of this is helped by my inability to stop checking him out.
And he notices, because of course he does.
"Oh, does this do it for you?" he asks in an exaggeratedly seductive voice, striking a pose whilst trailing his fingers lightly over his stomach as a joke.
Yes. Gods, I want to worship the ground this man walks on. I want to unbuckle his pants, and suck his cock like it's made of candy.
Instead, I scoff, turning away, "You are so full of yourself"
"Hey, you were the one checking me out," he says, clapping me on the shoulder.
"I was not!"
Brennan puts his hands up. "Alright, fine. But if I'm not your type then what is?"
Deflect! Deflect! Deflect!
"You first"
"Oh, that's easy. Dirty blond, hazel eyes, visible abs, about 5,11, and muscular, but not super buff, you know?"
I go quiet for a brief moment after that, turning over the information in my head.
"That—" A pause. "That sounds like me"
This man has the audacity to scan me top-to-bottom, taking in every little detail, while biting his lip, and then stare straight at me, and say, "It does, doesn't it?"
Amari, could you make the ground swallow me whole? Please, and thank you.
"Your turn. What do you find attractive?" he questions, raising his brows theatrically.
"I uh, don't know. Anything really"
He gives me a dead pan look, head tilted, "Come on, that's not fair, I told you mine"
I swivel my head to face anywhere but him, attempting to shield my face, because if he sees my expression, he'll know I'm lying, "It's true! I don't have a specific type! I like what I like"
Brennan throws an arm around my shoulders, tugging me even closer to him than before. "Fine. Keep your secrets"
He drags us back to the gym hall to finish our workout. The entire time, he shoots little comments at me through the bond, laughing his ass off when I glare at him, unable to respond in kind. I'm pretty sure half the quadrant thinks he's lost it from the constant outbursts.
By the time we've finished, we're both hot, and sweaty, chests heaving. Brennan walks over and 'faints' forcing me to catch him.
"This is it. This is my end, I can't take it anymore. You'll have to go on without me"
I grunt with the impact, hooking my hands under his shoulders. "You're the one who wanted to do that extra set," I say accusingly.
He groans loudly, "You're so cruel! Where's your sympathy?"
"This is the riders quadrant," I state, promptly dropping him, "there is no sympathy"
Brennan sits up rubbing the back of his head, and pouting. He mutters under his breath, but forces himself to his feet with slow, pained movements. For a split second, I worry he might actually be hurt. That is until once he's limped over, he takes one of my daggers from its sheath on my hip, and books it for his dorm.
"You fucking asshole! Get back here!"
Books lay strewn across almost every flat surface in the room save for the bed, though quite a few tomes had been carelessly shoved off to make it that way. Brennan is spread out in biblical painting fashion on the covers, head hanging off the edge whilst I sit in his desk chair, fiddling with his old quill.
Marbh started channeling to him about three days ago, and he's already manifested his signet — mending — one of the first cadets to do so in our year. Originally this was a study session with our whole squad, but as time went on, more and more left until Brennan and I were the only ones left. The topic has since shifted from integrals to dragon emotions invading Brennan's life.
"Y/n, this is a problem. I've never been so angry in my entire life! I almost decked a teacher!"
"I would pay good money to see that." The response is automatic. I'm listening, but I'm also not, my mind preoccupied with something I'd heard the older riders talking about.
"I'm serious! And don't even get me started on the hunger. Yesterday, Marbh got a late start, so he didn't eat, and I swear, everyone could hear my stomach growling even though I wasn't hungry!"
"Uh huh"
"Y/n"
"Mhm?"
Before I know it, a pillow hits me square in the face. My head whips around. Outraged, I ask, "What was that for?"
"For not really listening to me, but I can practically smell the smoke your brain's emitting from here, so what's on your mind?"
"...Nothi—"
Brennan doesn't even let me get the word out before another pillow is launched at my head. I haven't had enough time to so much as blink, yet he's already clutching another pillow.
"Will you stop that?"
"Not until you tell me what's going on!"
"Fucking— Fine, just stop throwing shit!"
The answer seems to satisfy him. Brennan places the pillow down on the end of the bed closest to me, propping his elbows on it. He rests his face on one palm, feet kicking in the air.
I shake my head exasperatedly, but nevertheless begin to tell him what I heard. "Remember when that squad from one of the nearer outposts came to chat to us about outpost protocols?"
He blinks at me, like I've said the most mind-numbingly stupid thing he's ever heard. "It was literally not even five hours ago, Y/n. Yes, I remember"
Okay, point to him, it was a dumb question.
"Yeah, well, apparently there was another pairing like us — riders with bonded dragons, I mean — not too long ago, and there was an incident where their dragons... had... intercourse," I finish lamely.
"So? How did you think dragons reproduced? Do they have their eggs delivered by storks? Of course they're gonna fuck"
"No, obviously I know that, but when that happens, sometimes the dragons don't do a super great job blocking the emotions from their riders. The people that were bonded to the mated pair weren't even together, and yet they pretty much climbed each other in public"
Brennan goes quiet at that, considering the information, "I see"
"Anyway, I asked Slàna about it, and she said that it's very possible once her and Marbh start doing that, they might forget to shield us from it"
Neither of us speak for a long time. Brennan looks like he is analysing every individual bit of data with the precision of a master swordsman, meanwhile, on the other hand, I'm sweating bullets hoping he isn't beginning to hate being bonded to mated dragons.
"Hmm"
I blink, waiting for more, but he volunteers nothing.
"Hmm? Hmm! What's 'hmm'"
Brennan chuckles, evidently finding my distress amusing. "I don't know." He shrugs, but the suppressed smirk tells me he's enjoying this. "I mean, to me, it feels like an inevitability. Think about it, for the rest of our hopefully long careers, we're going to be stationed together. We will constantly be in high-stakes situations and statistically, that brings people close. Add in having unquenchable dragon lust consume our every thought, there's no chance we don't fuck at some point. I think as long as we go in knowing that, and don't make a big deal out of it, we'll be fine"
"...That's a very straight-cut way of looking at things"
He shrugs again as if to say 'well what did you expect?' and coming from him, I really should have predicted that. He's shown on numerous occasions that his future lies in strategy.
It's my turn to be introspective, flipping through the information over and over.
"Do you think you'll regret it when it happens?"
He barks a laugh, "Are you kidding? I'll want to do it again"
The surety with which he says it surprises me. This doesn't feel as though it's the first time he's thinking about this. "What makes you so sure?"
He leans forward, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "Because I wouldn't mind doing it right now"
I stop breathing. My eyes widen exponentially to the point they're at risk of falling out. My mind is racing because what. The. Actual. Fuck did he just say?
His demeanor falters at my silence. "I'm sorry, that was inappropriate, just forget I said that"
The hell I will. I'm not forgetting shit.
"No, no, I mean— we could. If you want"
Brennan freezes, and takes a moment to undress me with his eyes, and lick his lips while he does it.
"Yeah?"
One heartbeat. Two.
"Yeah"
Brennan's eyes darken, hands reaching for the hem of his shirt. He takes it off in one smooth motion, shoving the pillow aside, and striding toward me like a man on a mission. His hands are on me before I even know what's happened. He pulls me up to standing and holds me against him as he walks us backward to the bed.
I don't know how, but in the time between falling and colliding with the sheets, he flips us around, knocking the breath out of me.
He pushes up my shirt with feverish need, kissing a string from my waist to my chest like he needs contact with my skin to breathe. It's overwhelming.
A guttural groan escapes him. "Fuck, I can't believe this is happening. Thought about it for so long, but I never thought it would happen. Never thought you'd be mine"
"You've thought about this? About me this way?"
His fingertips trail over my stomach, sliding to the sides where he grabs my hips, and squeezes. "Every single day"
And just like that, my heart is his. I would let him do absolutely anything he wanted to me, then drop to my knees, and beg him for more.
He keeps going lower, pressing my legs to the side. Brennan fumbles trying to gain access to my cock. In our need, we don't bother getting my pants all the way off. He merely shimmies them down just low enough to do everything he wants.
He presses a reverent kiss to the tip, licking up the small bead of precum that had procured. My back lifts slightly from the bed. He glances up at me, and smirks before fucking swallowing my dick down whole.
"Gods- Bren"
He hums, the vibrations shooting through me in the best way possible. Burying my fingers in his hair to regain some control proves useless when his throat contracts around me, and I feel my soul leave my body. I couldn't hope to lessen the moans leaving me. This is by far the loudest I've ever been in bed.
"Fuck, slow down, Brennan! I'm gonna cum"
His response is to hold on tighter, making my dick hit the back of his throat without choking. Fucking show off.
"No, Bren, I'm serious. Stop."
He flinches slightly, as if burnt, yet pulls off with care immediately after fully registering it. "What's wrong? What did I do?"
I take a second to catch my breath, and arrange my thoughts. "Nothing, nothing, I just—. I'm not ready for this to be over"
Brennan's expression softens, his hands gently scratching my inner thighs. "Okay. Take your time. Tell me when you're ready for more"
My head bobbles unsteadily, but I take his advice, attempting to calm down. It's almost impossible seeing as he's still in between my legs, very, very close to my hard, leaking cock. As precarious as the situation is, my gods what a sight. If I had any artistic talent, I would draw this over and over until it became muscle memory.
"Brennan?"
He perks up, looking way too innocent for the position we're in. "Mhm?"
"I'm ready"
He shifts, allowing his thumb to caress my base, and as much as I'm enjoying this, it isn't what I want.
"Not like that"
He pauses, waiting for further instruction.
"I want you inside me"
Brennan pushes himself back, groaning into the blanket. "You can't say shit like that to me, Y/n"
I pretend to think deeply about it. "...No, I'm pretty sure I can"
In that split second, right after the last syllable has left my tongue, the dynamic shifts. We are now predator, and prey, and he's got me backed into a corner.
Brennan stands at the edge to rip the clothes from his body. He doesn't waste a second, crawling up the bed, flipping me, and pushing my pants lower in one move.
I want to tease him, 'slow down, I'm not going anywhere,' but I need this just as badly as he does.
He leans over me, teeth brushing the juncture of my neck. The involuntary push back against him was really to be expected, but it still made me blush like crazy.
"Eager much?" Brennan drawls, sardonic, with a hint of condescension.
"Shut up!" I wanted it to sound firm, but the way my voice shakes doesn't exactly help my case.
Nonetheless, he backs off, slipping his hands beneath my shirt, riding it up as far as possible to lay kisses down the length of my spine. He sighs against me, like this is the most relaxing thing in the world. It's so deeply unfair how easy this is for him, whilst I in contrast can't get my body to ask permission from my brain before it starts doing shit.
"Stay right there"
I use the break to calm the fuck down, forcing my muscles to release tension. It's all immediately undone the second Brennan's behind me again.
He stops, scanning me. "Do you still want to do this?"
I nod, eyes scrunched shut, waiting. Wanting. Needing
"I'm being serious, Y/n. You look terrified. Like, you are literally shaking right now. We can stop. Just say the word"
He's really gonna make me say it, isn't he?
"Brennan. I'm only going to tell you this once, because your ego's big enough already: if you don't fuck me right now, I will actually fall apart"
For the first — and likely last — time tonight, I'm the one who's caught him off guard. I can't see him, but the way he grabs me is fueled with a possession only spoken about in books.
I only vaguely hear the sound of him flipping open the cap of what I assume to be lube. He applies a generous amount to his fingers, trying (and failing) to effectively spread it around with one hand. He curses when some of it falls to the sheets, but I don't know what he expected. The solution is to just remove the grip on my waist, but it's as if it's glued there.
Persistent as ever, Brennan finds a way. He starts circling the tight ring, occasionally poking a thumb in.
"Bren," I whine, "hurry up"
"I'm not going to just go in, I have to prep you first so that—"
“Now, Brennan,” I demand, then softer, “Please”
He scans my face, mentally weighing the pros and cons of neglecting any foreplay. He sways side to side, contemplating. “Fine, but if anything hurts, you tell me immediately, understand?”
I push back against to show that I’m tired of fucking waiting, but instead of giving way to desperation like I expected him to, he yanks my head back. Hard.
“Do. You. Under. Stand.”
“Yes, yes Bren, I understand, now, please”
He shushes me, caressing my sides with his thumbs, “Shhh, sh, it’s okay”
Brennan brings his hips flush with my ass, that one possessive hand still glued to my waist, the other positioning his cock. He nudges the tip in, and I hiss at the stretch.
“Told you, you should’ve let me—”
“Shut up. I’m fine”
He rolls his eyes in exasperation, but makes no further comments. Eventually, once the tightness in my shoulders fade, he pushes in further. Inch by inch, until he’s fully seated.
"Fuck, you feel heavenly; the gods put a lot of time into making you, didn't they?"
I manage a mostly affirmative whimper, clenching my hands in the sheets so hard I might tear them.
Brennan starts slow, as one usually does, but it's like instead of getting faster, and frantic, the movements become deeper, smoother, more precise. I've fully given up on hiding my sounds, letting my mouth hang open so that he can hear the evidence of how badly he's ruining me.
He just keeps going. Steady, and never-ending. Before I know it, I'm right on the edge. My arms tremble with the effort of holding me up, and the way Brennan hits the perfect spot every fucking time— it's near impossible not to give in.
"Close, I'm close. Brennan~"
"You're doing so well, just hold on a little longer, I'm almost there"
He finally picks up the pace, the obscene slapping of skin sounding out in the room. He leans over me, licking the bite mark he gave me earlier while he slips one hand lower, squeezing my base to help stave off my impending orgasm.
"Bren!"
I can tell that I won't have to wait long, since even he is struggling to catch his breath. Warm puffs of air hit the sensitive skin of my neck. The whole bed rocks with us, as we shatter. White spills out, contrasting painfully with the black sheets, but neither of us are in the mindset to care.
We fall to the right, exhausted, and sweaty. Brennan places one last sloppy kiss to my back, before we pass out.
I can't imagine much time has passed when I feel the bed shift. I groan, the ache in my body boldly making itself known.
I hear him curse quietly to himself, "Shit." He smoothes a hand over my forehead, getting the hair away from my eyes even though I haven't opened them yet. "Go back to sleep, I'm just cleaning up"
I want to protest, to get up and help, but the bed is sooo comfy. I nod sleepily, and am only awakened again when he slips back into bed behind me. If this were any other occasion, any other person, I'd let whatever is going to happen, happen. But it's not. This is Brennan. And I have to know.
"This isn't the last time we're gonna do this, right?"
He tugs me closer. "Of course not. You let me have a taste, you started this addiction, now you have to feed it. I'm going to need you at least twice a day"
I snort, head falling back onto the plush pillow he must've grabbed off the floor while I dozed. "We'll see"
He cuddles in close to me, resting his head on my chest. "I like the sound of that"
So... only after I planned it did I realise I didn't have to write smut for this request... sorry if that's not what you wanted. My bad.
Also, Slànaighear = Healer