A quiet night

[Tohrment, Son of Hharm]

It was cold, and snow had moved in. But inside the cabin, they were warm and relaxed. A fire crackled in the fireplace, and he and Autumn had made dinner. Now both of them sat in front of the fire, limbs tangled together, just happy to be quiet and alone.

Turning his head to kiss her jaw, said low, "Happy leelan?"

[Autumn Hharm]

She tilted her head with a smile. "Mmm, yes, nallum. Incandescently so," her smile broadening. "And you? Is mine hellren happy?"

She pulled his arm closer around her and kissed his bicep before laying her head against it.

[Tohrment, Son of Hharm]

"If I was any happier, I'd think I had moved on to the fade. Or the other side." He didn't know when the last time he had felt this relaxed. Perhaps their honeymoon. But even that was interrupted by Wrath, or Brotherhood business. His phone had not gone off once. And after the first day, he had stopped looking at it every fucking minute.

Snuzzling her neck, loving how warm the fire was making her skin, like some seductive treat, warmed just for his touch. For his lips. "And we haven't burned the cabin down yet."

Chuckled.

[Autumn Hharm]

Sh closed her eyes and sighed, bringing her other hand up to his head, stroking his hair.

Grinning, she raised a brow and laid her head back to look at him. "Yet? Is that why you suggested I not bother packing anything?"

[Tohrment, Son of Hharm]

"Well, if we had burnt the place down, clothing would become mandatory. Or else you would have witness thine hellren murdering and slaughter dozens of firemen for looking at you in your by the SV so beautiful bare state."

He chuckled low, brushing his lips over her ear, "That would be a tragedy." Smiled against her skin, "Not to mention, cold."

[Autumn Hharm]

She chuckled, "If we had burnt the place down, all that I had packed would be ashes, and I would have naught but mayhap the clothes on my back."

Smiled. "I have no doubt you would find a way to keep us warm. No cold can stand a chance against mine hellren." She toyed with his hair, her fingers drifting to his nape, then his jaw, the stubble scratching against her hand, and fingertips.

[Tohrment, Son of Hharm]

He laughed softly, pulling a throw from the couch, "Leelan, I make things colder in my rage. Not warmer. And again, to keep you warm outside, would entail this" Kissing her,and running his fingers down her spine to pull her closer, "and this" ran his lips down the column of her neck, fangs nipping as they popped, reaching her shoulder, "and other wicked things to keep your blood heated."

Kissed her again and growled against her lips, as his bonding scent swirled around them, "But alas, the result would have been the same. Much mayhem slaughtering males that dared to look upon you."

[Autumn Hharm]

She turned in his arms, and arched with his stroke down her back, murmuring, "Indeed, 'twas not your rage I had in mind." She bared her own fangs as she felt his against her skin, elongating as he teased, and dragged them along his throat as she straddled his hips and cradled his head in her arms.

She was becoming intoxicated by the dark spices that filled the are around them and permeated her nostrils, and grazed his tongue with the sharp points of her canines as it danced with hers. "Blessed Scribe forbid I be the cause of so much death and destruction." She grazed his jaw with her fangs, then his throat again, and could almost taste, already, the life force that flowed beneath his skin.

[Tohrment, Son of Hharm]

He rumbled out a growl, and lay the throw down, and then lay her back, "Now. About my feast. That has been so delightfully warmed by the fire." He kissed her deep, then covered her body with his.

And claimed his meal.