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Things with Rook had been progressing rather nicely, in Emmrich's humble opinion.
They weren't perfect of course– Emmrich was still terrified of his own death and rather stuck in his ways, while Rook continued to be a reckless, adorable mess of a creature– but really, what relationship was perfect? In the end, what mattered was that they loved each other, and with each passing day Emmrich was more and more certain that Rook was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
Which brought Emmrich to his current dilemma; he couldn't spend the rest of his life with Rook if she kept putting her life at risk.
“Rook! Behind you!”
At his warning, Rook spun just in time to avoid the Venatori scythes heading for her exposed back. With an enraged yell, she kicked back the offender and slit him across the throat. Clean and efficient– the way he knew all her kills could be when she wasn't being a reckless idiot.
Once all the Venatori were dealt with, Emmrich wasted no time in rushing over to Rook to check her over for injury, ignoring her indignant squawking and flailing limbs. Seeing that she was unharmed, if a bit flustered by his thorough examination, he finally let out the breath he had been holding since the near-miss. “Honestly Rook, would it kill you to exercise a bit more caution? If you're going to dive headfirst into battle, you must be more aware of your surroundings!”
Cheeks still burning in embarrassment at his fussing, Rook huffed; “I was fine Emmrich, not even a scratch, see? Besides, I have you to watch my back don't I?”
“This time, yes, but next time you might not be so lucky! What if next time I'm not there to warn you? I cannot be there for all of your forays out into Thedas after all.”
“I promise I am much more careful when I don't have a handsome necromancer to watch my back,” Rook replied, fluttering her eyelashes at him in a hopefully distracting manner. If she could flirt her way out of the coming lecture on her safety, she wouldn't have to hear it for the third time this week…
“No she isn't,” Neve commented casually as she passed, ignoring Rook's hiss of “traitor!” as she continued to search the bodies for evidence. “I think it was just last week in Rivain when Rook blew up a–”
“Yes! Thank you Neve!” Rook chuckled nervously, eyes darting away from Emmrich's now deeply unimpressed expression. “Look, I don't do it on purpose or to scare you– I just get caught up in the fight, you know? I'll work on being more careful, promise.”
“See that you do.” Emmrich waited until Neve was engrossed with the note she'd found before he caught Rook by the arm, ignoring her startled yelp as he dragged her closer to whisper darkly in her ear; “And if you choose to ignore my advice and get yourself hurt– well. Then it may be time for another lesson on the importance of listening, hmm?”
With a quick pinch to her rear, Emmrich sent her off towards Neve, watching with amusement as she tried to splutter out an excuse for her once-again flaming cheeks. While he could honestly say that he hoped Rook would heed his word this time– the only thing he feared more than his own death was hers after all– he couldn't deny that a small part of him hummed in anticipation of the private lesson he could potentially share with Rook. With how busy they had been of late, there had been few moments left for intimacy and even then the moments were painfully short. There had been very little opportunity to indulge in the type of long drawn-out play that they both enjoyed.
Well, knowing his dear Rook he could expect at least 2 weeks of good behaviour before she forgot herself and slipped up in some way. Maybe he should draw up a few ideas, just in case…
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Emmrich was glad he wasn't a betting man, as he certainly would have lost a few coin if he'd wagered on how long Rook would keep out of trouble. Less than a week later he found himself hunched over Rook's bare leg, carefully weaving his magic to stitch up the deep cut running from her hip all the way down to her knee. The fact she hadn't cut something vital was nothing short of a miracle.
“Remind me again how you managed to obtain this injury?”
Wincing at his tone, Rook shifted slightly on the uncomfortable stone of Emmrich's work table, careful not to dislodge his hand from her thigh. “Ah well, you see, I was breaking up some crates to look for some loot…”
“Using that silly showboating roll that I warned you would get you hurt one day?”
“Yes, well…one of the crates…may or may not have had a sword in it…”
“And it cut your leg open when you rolled into it.” Emmrich finished, turning away to rinse his hands in the washbowl he had placed nearby. “I seem to recall we had a conversation about this sort of reckless behaviour not so long ago.”
“We talked about being more careful while fighting, yeah, but–”
“If you finish that sentence with some quip about how you weren't in battle, my dear, you will not like my response.” Emmrich cut her off firmly, returning with a damp cloth to wipe away the remaining blood from her leg. He ignored the small hiss Rook let out as the antiseptic stung the wound, freshly-healed pink and still sensitive. “You are clever enough to infer that I meant for you to exercise caution in all areas, or do you think my care for you only extends to when you are in immediate danger?”
“No,” she whispered, hand coming up to cup Emmrich's cheek, “no, you're right, I did know what you meant. I'm sorry, Emmrich.”
He leaned into her touch, sighing as the last embers of his annoyance slowly ebbed away. “I don't say these things to be a tyrant or to spoil your fun, dearest.” Emmrich's hand came up to cover her own, holding it to his face as he continued. “You are…incredibly precious to me. I truly don't know what I'd do if I lost you.”
“I know,” she whispered, other hand coming up to pull his head down to rest in the crook of her neck, cradling him there. “I feel the same about you. I'm sorry for scaring you Emmrich, truly, I just wasn't thinking.”
Emmrich continued to rest there, soaking up Rook's warmth. She always ran so hot, and while he usually enjoyed it, some small fearful part of himself whispered the flames that burn the hottest burn out the fastest.
He could not lose Rook. He wouldn't.
They remained quietly in their embrace for a few moments longer, before Rook broke the silence. Impatient creature, she never did do well with inactivity; “You good, Emmrich? You're not secretly fuming in silence, right?”
“No dearest,” he chuckled, watching with amusement as she tried not to squirm as his mustache tickled her neck, “I was never truly angry, just a little annoyed. It's long past now, don't worry.”
“Oh, that's a shame. I had a few ideas on how to make it up to you, but if you're not angry anymore…”
“Oh?” Emmrich pulled back slightly, finding Rook grinning at him with that cheeky expression on her face, eyes glinting with mischief. “Perhaps I could be persuaded to take annoyance with something else, if you were to share these plans with me…”
Grinning harder, pleased at having diverted his attention, Rook leant in to purr in his ear; “I thought I might get on my knees and show you just how very sorry I am.”
Emmrich hummed, pretending to be deep in thought. In truth this lined up well with his own plans– he had promised a remedial lesson after all– but he couldn't betray his eagerness to Rook just yet. It would make her suspicious.
He didn't want to spook his quarry away just yet.
“Very well,” Emmrich gave a put upon sigh, fighting the twitch at the corner of his lips as Rook gave an eager noise, pushing him back so that she had room to drop to her knees. He caught her around the elbows, holding her just off the floor as she looked up at him in confusion, “On one condition: you’re to listen and obey every one of my instructions for the duration of the evening. Do we have an agreement?”
He kept her there, squirming just an inch off the floor as his eyes held hers in an unwavering stare. Eventually Rook gave in with an annoyed huff, rolling her eyes as she agreed, “Yes Emmrich, I promise to listen to whatever you say, yadda yadda, can we get on with it now please. I swear, I've never had to put this much effort into persuading a man to let me suck his cock before–”
Tutting at the crude language, Emmrich finally set her down gently onto her knees before settling down into the nearby chair, leaning back to give her room to work. Permission finally granted, Rook eagerly set about unbuttoning Emmrich’s trousers, slipping each button through the holes at record speed– only to be stopped by Emmrich once more.
“Not so fast my dear,”’ he said, shooing her hands away and redoing the buttons as she watched on in disbelief, “I would like you to do it again, much slower this time. I would like to be able to savour the full depth and sincerity of your apology, after all.”
Throwing him a skeptical glance– she was starting to suspect Emmrich had agreed to this just a tad too quickly– Rook started again, this time making sure to pause for a few seconds between each button. It seemed to work, and she had just gotten down to the last two when eagerness sped her hands once more–
“Ah! I said slower.”
Rook threw up her hands in frustration: “I was going slow.”
“Not slow enough,” Emmrich replied, redoing the buttons on his trousers once more. “Start again– slower.”
Huffing in frustration, Rook started from the beginning once more, leaning in close this time to put her entire focus onto undoing each button individually. This close to him, her breath fell directly across his groin, hot and humid. His cock twitched at the sensation, already straining against his underclothes. Rook bit back a groan at the sight, mouth watering at the thought of finally getting her mouth on it. She had to force her hands to still as she took a steadying breath– if he forced her to start over for a third time, she might just start screaming.
The brief pause helped, however, and she managed to undo the rest of his buttons with no further interference. Rook freed his cock from his underclothes then sat back on her heels to await further instructions; she would not risk just diving in, tempting as the thought was. Emmrich clearly had some sort of plan in mind, and he had no qualms against denying her if she dared go against it.
Seeing this, Emmrich hummed with pleasure, hand circling around the base of his cock to tilt it towards her in invitation. “Very good, Rook. Come claim your prize, and remember; slow and deep.”
With a sigh of relief, Rook leant in to slowly lick off the glistening bead of precum that had been taunting her, before slowly enveloping the rest of his cock into her hot mouth. She sank right down to the base, groaning deeply with her nose buried deep in his silver curls. Rook paused there for a brief moment inhaling his intoxicating musk before drawing back up at a glacial pace, suckling gently as she went.
Emmrich groaned softly in pleasure, propping his cheek against his fist as his eyes remained glued to Rook, who was now lapping at the head, little hums of pleasure escaping as she savoured his taste. Trying to stave off the swell of pleasure he could feel burning in his gut, Emmrich's fingers reached forwards to play with the little charm dangling from the hoop in her ear as she descended onto his cock once more. He'd hate for the fun to end too early, after all.
The green stone of the charm perfectly matched the ring he'd inherited from his father; he'd spotted it in the Treviso market a few weeks ago and had been unable to resist purchasing it for her. He hadn't told her the significance of it, rather passing it off as a little trinket she'd been overjoyed to accept, but he hoped to one day share it with her. The sight of it twinkling at her ear never failed to warm him, a little mark of his regard for her to carry everywhere. A little possessive of him perhaps, marking her in this way, but it wasn't as if she didn't deserve nice things. Emmrich had a little stash of jewellery he'd picked out for her tucked away in his quarters, waiting for the day Rook agreed to let him dress her up in gold bangles and rings until the two of them were an undeniable pair.
Emmrich sighed wistfully, attention drawing once more to Rook, who had descended even further to slurp at his sack, sucking one ball then the other into her mouth. She was a complete mess by this stage, lips and chin soaked with spit, cheeks burning a deep red, moaning desperately as she tried to cram as much of him into her mouth as possible. The picture she made was almost enough to undo him entirely, especially when he noticed one of her hands had crept down between her own legs to press against herself for some much needed relief.
Cheeky girl, he hadn’t given her permission for that.
Hand leaving her ear to cup her jaw, he drew her gently away from himself as he stood up, drawing her to her feet with him. Rook whined, devastated to be pulled away from him so soon.
“Hush darling, I'm not done with you just yet,” he crooned, thumb wiping away the drool still dripping down her chin. He sucked his thumb into his own mouth, groaning at the taste of salt and spit. Rook's eyes tracked the movement, hazy with pleasure.
He dove forward, thrusting his tongue into her mouth in search of more; Rook met him with just as much fervour, arms wrapping around his neck and tangling her fingers into his hair, mussing it out of the perfectly maintained coiff. With a parting bite to her lip, Emmrich withdrew once more; “Shall we sojourn to more comfortable surroundings?”
With a wave of his hand, the bookcase behind his work table slid aside to reveal a hidden room. Leading her through the entryway, Emmrich laughed at Rook's gasp as she took in the room before her; lit by warm candlelight, walls draped in thick tapestries in a rich purple and a plush rug tickling her bare toes, the room was soft and inviting. And in the middle of the room, the most inviting piece of all, a massive four poster bed made of dark wood, carved with reliefs she recognised from the walls of the Necropolis. In short, there could be no doubt that this was Emmrich's bedroom.
“You seem surprised my dear,” Emmrich commented as he passed her to fiddle with something atop his dresser. “Surely you didn't think I slept on my work table? Or Maker forbid upside down from the staircase like a bat, as Taash once suggested?”
“To be honest I hadn't thought about it,” Rook replied, making her way over to run a finger across the bedspread. Cool silk met her fingers, and she shivered as she imagined how it might feel against her bare skin. “We’ve always spent more time in my room, but I suppose a hidden bedroom is exactly what I should have expected from Mr. Fade Expert…”
Emmrich clucked his tongue disapprovingly; “I think you'll find it's Professor Fade Expert. Now, dearest, I would like you to disrobe for me and lay on the bed.” Emmrich stepped away from the dresser, atop which sat the tools he had been organising; a glass bottle filled with an amber liquid, a silk rope, and an incense burner that he had already lit, filling the air with a thick, musky scent.
Rook obeyed quickly, shedding her clothes and embarrassingly sodden underwear into a heap on the floor before settling on her back on the bed, head propped up on the pillows so she still had a good view of Emmrich as he began to disrobe. She took in several deep lungfuls of the incense as she watched him, trying to place the scent–it was somewhat familiar, but she couldn't quite place it.
“What is that you’re burning?”
“It's a blend Vorgoth gifted to me, a mix of elfroot, allspice, Prophet's Laurel and a small amount of rashvine. The elfroot and Prophet's laurel have a soothing effect, but I've been told the rashvine produces a tingling sensation on the skin that is supposed to be quite stimulating.”
Rook blinked in surprise, “Right… and you say Vorgoth gave this to you?!”
“Oh yes, he's quite gifted at Alchemy, makes the best blends for all sorts of occasions. His tobacco is truly something else– I'll get some for us to share next time we visit the Necropolis– but that's for another time.” He had finished removing his clothes by this point and had come to stand at the foot of the bed, eyes tracing her naked form with approval. “For now my dear, if you could spread your legs– yes, just like that.”
He settled on his knees in the space she had made, setting down the bottle and silk rope he had brought over from the dresser before running his hands up her bare thighs. His hands were warm and gently calloused, leaving tingles in their wake as they traced up and down her legs. The tingling spread further at his touch, up her legs and towards her torso, her belly blooming with heat. Rook couldn't resist arching up into the sensation, trying to get Emmrich to touch more, only for him to push her back down onto the bed, leaning his weight against her to hold her there.
Emmrich reached for the silk rope, tapping it against her just-healed thigh as he spoke; “Now darling, I require your absolute attention for this part. Are you listening?” He waited, eyebrow raised, rope still tapping away until Rook nodded, eyes fixed firmly on his face. “Excellent. Now, it would be a shame to undo all my hardwork from earlier to fix your poor leg, so I have two suggestions; the first, you give me your word that you will keep your leg right here in this position for the duration of our activities, or–” here he held up the rope he had been teasing her with throughout his little speech, “- we use this to hold your leg still. So, what will it be, my dear?”
Truthfully, Rook was burning with the urge to tell him to just shut up and touch her already, Maker's breath! She managed to refrain however; such a response was more likely to earn her a trip over his knee than earn the touch she oh so desperately wanted, so after a small debate she nodded towards the rope. She would need all the help she could get at this point.
Emmrich's eyes twinkled, clearly pleased, and he wasted no time in securing her leg to the bed frame, bangles clinking together in a merry jingle as he wrapped the rope carefully around her calf and thigh. Every brush of his fingers and whisper of silk against her skin sent further tingles of heat straight to her gut, the rashvine in the incense working to make her squirm helplessly against him. Emmrich hushed her absentmindedly, eyes focused on the bindings as he ran two fingers beneath the rope to check the fit. Clearly satisfied with his work, he wasted no time in hoisting Rook into position, chuckling at her gasp as she was manhandled.
Emmrich paused then, admiring the picture Rook made laid out before him; arms lying haphazardly above her head from where he yanked her down the bed, cheeks flushed bright red, chest heaving in anticipation of his touch. Her injured leg pinned to the bed, the bright red of the silk rope forming a pleasing contrast against her skin. Emmrich lifted her other leg to hook over his hip before shoving a pillow beneath Rook's to prop her up and better display her glistening womanhood, practically dripping with arousal.
“Oh, darling one,” he crooned, bejewelled thumb coming up to swipe teasingly through the moisture before rubbing against her clit in slow, firm circles. “You have been suffering, haven't you? We'd best do something about that hmmmm?”
“Emmrich,” Rook whimpered, hand wrapping firmly around the wrist currently working between her legs and tugging pathetically in an attempt to draw him up to her, “please…”
For a moment he appeared to give in, withdrawing his teasing hand to position his member against her aching hole, the barest pressure against where she wanted him most. Her walls fluttered in anticipation. But at the last moment he moved away, his throbbing length instead sliding teasingly up and down her slit as he leant forward to breathe in her ear; “Not just yet dearest, I have yet to hear a sincere apology from you.”
Rook sobbed, nearly out of her mind with frustration as Emmrich continued to grind against her cunt without entering her. She tried to move her hips upward to slip him in herself, but found her movements hindered by the rope wrapped around her leg. Rook attempted to slide a hand down stealthily but quickly found herself caught, both wrists held above her head with a firm grip in short order.
“Emmrich, please!”
Tutting with mock disapproval, Emmrich seemed unbothered by her writhing. Rather, he remained annoyingly unmoved by her plight, seeming content to continue the infuriating grind of his hips for however long it would take for him to get what he wanted. And here she was left, burning and aching and empty, empty, empty!
“Okay I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Emmrich, now please!”
Emmrich hummed thoughtfully, “Sorry for what darling?”
Rook tossed her head, agitated, breathing in hot, heavy pants as she attempted to muster her scrambled thoughts into something coherent; “Sorry for getting hurt? I don't– I can't, I– Emmrich please can you just–”
“Close, but I'm afraid you're going to have to do better than that.” And with that damning assessment Emmrich stopped all movement, the head of his cock pressed firmly against Rook's clit.
Rook wailed, surging against him desperately but Emmrich was unmoved. Hands clamped down, iron shackles against her wrists and hip to keep her pinned to the bed. Her rational mind was gone, had completely fled the premises, and in its place was a raging beast snarling and howling as she fought viciously to escape his grip. Those long lithe limbs held a deceptive strength however, and eventually Rook tired, collapsing against the mattress in a defeated sweaty heap.
Taking deep sucking breaths, she barely heard his next words, whispered hotly against the shell of her ear; “Done with your little tantrum, poppet? I'm still waiting.”
Rook turned her head to face Emmrich with a glare, chest still heaving. He merely raised an eyebrow, amused and expectant.
Rook huffed in annoyance. The corner of Emmrich's mouth twitched upwards.
Rook pouted. Emmrich’s lips widened into a grin, immune to her sulking.
“Fine,” Rook huffed, “I'm sorry, Emmrich, for being reckless and getting hurt.”
“And?”
“And…for not listening?”
Emmrich hummed and tilted his head, expression prompting Rook to carry on; “I'm very sorry Professor Emmrich, for not listening to your instructions and getting hurt through my reckless actions. I promise I will do better in the future.”
“Very good,” Emmrich purred, rewarding her with a quick peck at the corner of her mouth. Rook tried to follow, but he moved away quickly, bracing himself over her and using one hand to finally, finally position himself at her entrance. He paused again for a moment there, eyes burning with rapture at the sight of his thick throbbing pressed against Rook's soaked folds.
Just as a whine began to build in Rook's throat (because really, what was the hold up now?) Emmrich thrust forward in one smooth motion, burying himself to the hilt. Rook had been left wet and wanting for so long that her body offered up no resistance, and she gasped as she quickly found herself full to the brim.
Emmrich took the opportunity to swoop down and devour Rook's mouth, tongue thrusting in time with each roll of his hips. He never moved more than an inch away from her, completely enamoured with the wet heat of her mouth, the deep tremors that wracked her body and the schlck, schlck! sound everytime his hips drove him deeper into her fluttering cunt.
With seeming great effort, Emmrich tore himself away from Rook mouth only to start thrusting into her in earnest, thrusting his cock deep into her channel at an ever increasing pace. Dazed with pleasure, Rook admired the sight of him above her; cheeks flushed a light pink, normally perfectly coiffed hair tumbled forward in silver waves, his eyes glowing with a faint green light as his tightly controlled magic began to slip. The others may be unable to understand what she saw in him, but like this Emmrich was utterly breathtaking.
And he made her feel so good. His cock was the perfect length, brushing against that spot inside of her just so, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in her gut. Everywhere his skin touched hers was tingling, still under the effect of intoxicating incense suffusing the room. His hand was still wrapped around her wrists, iron grip just edging into painfully tight, only serving to drive her higher and higher into a world of ecstasy.
But the worst, or rather best part was his voice. Even in moments like this he never stopped talking, and that deep purring tone spilling such filth into her ears was sending her sweetly into madness.
“Yes,” Emmrich hissed, drawing Rook out her reverie with a particularly sharp thrust, “see how good it can be when you do as you're told? Oh darling, look at you, so perfect writhing on my cock like a good girl.”
Another deep thrust, tearing a hoarse cry from her throat. At the rate they were going she would barely have any voice left for the team meeting tomorrow, something she'd be embarrassed about if she had any mind left for such feelings. Emmrich was taking up all of her senses, the feel of him on her skin, his taste lingering on her tongue, nose filled with the scent of his sweat and aftershave, her entire body and down to her very soul taken up with nothing but Emmrich, Emmrich, Emmrich!
“Emmrich,” Rook wheezed, trying desperately to roll up into the movement of his hips and meet his thrusts. She was teetering just on the edge, skin tight and burning against the tight coil of pleasure building within her, but the rope wrapped around her leg kept her from moving as she wanted to chase her orgasm herself. She strained at the bindings, but it was no use; she was entirely at his mercy, just as he had intended.
“Emmrich please!”
“Oh dear,” Emmrich crooned, thumb coming up to wipe the tear that had leaked free without her noticing. “Feeling a little desperate are we? I must say, this is a very good look for you dearest. Maybe I should keep you like this, tied to my bed, would you like that? You'd certainly get into much less trouble that way.”
Another deep thrust, the head of his cock grinding against her g-spot. Another tear leaked out and rolled down her cheek, free leg thrashing wildly against the bed as she was wracked with perfectly torturous pleasure.
“That–that would be no fun,” Rook gasped, scraping enough brain cells together to form a reply; “you like it when I act out and forget to listen, because then you get to make me.”
“I'm having plenty of fun now,” he said, punctuated with a deeper thrust, “but I suppose you're right. Watching you toe the line between being my good girl or being naughty,” another thrust, another throaty cry, “is very entertaining. But that doesn't mean I won't fuck the brat out of you when you deserve it.”
With that, Emmrich pulled Rook's hips up higher before pistoning into Rook like a feral animal, huffing and growling against her neck as he finally let himself go. Rook wailed, helpless to do anything but hold on for dear life, hands scrabbling against his back and leaving deep lines in her desperation. The pain only served to drive Emmrich wilder, thrusting into Rook again and again and again until he suddenly came to a shuddering stop; hips pressed tight against her core, Emmrich spilled himself into Rook with a deep groan muffled into the crook of her neck.
At the spill of his wet heat inside her, Rook let out a deep sob, hands coming up to clutch at the back of his head, fingers tangling into his hair as she clung to him. They remained there for a few minutes, bodies wrapped tightly around each other as the sweat cooled and their hearts calmed.
Rook wiggled slightly, body still thrumming with unspent tension but unwilling to let go of the peace just yet. If they were free from the looming threat of the Evanuris, she would be content to lay under the reassuring press of his weight and dote the side of his face with kisses forever. Taking her movement as a sign of discomfort however, Emmrich made to move away, only to be stopped by an unhappy whimper and the tightening of arms around his neck. “Please, stay with me.”
“Shhh,” he hushed her, hand moving down to work within her folds once more, fighting back an oversensitive hiss as she clenched around him when he rolled his thumb against her clit. “I'm staying right here darling, I promise. I'm not going anywhere.”
Emmrich kept his movements soft and gentle, fingers teasing around where they remained joined as his thumb continued its ministrations against her clit. At each flutter of her walls against him he brushed kisses and endearments against her neck, drawing her to a quiet but intense peak. With one final roll of his hips, Rook finally shattered with a broken cry, clinging tightly as Emmrich brought her back down with gentle strokes and whispered praises against her ear.
Rook fell against the bed, sweaty and wrung out. She drifted for a time, vaguely aware of Emmrich bustling around the room. She startled at the touch of a cool damp cloth against her face, but he was quick to soothe her and she fell back into a light doze.
When she came to some time later, Rook found she had been nestled under the covers, head tucked under his chin and her injured leg pulled over Emmrich's hip as he gently massaged at the marks that had been left by the rope. She hummed in content as he laid a gentle kiss against her forehead, other arm wrapping around her waist to tuck her further into the curve of his body.
“How are you feeling dearest? Not too sore I hope?”
“‘m great” She slurred, fingers playing idly with the smattering of hairs on his chest. She loved it when he went to bed shirtless, a sadly all too rare occurrence. “You're great. We should do this again.”
“I do hope you're referring to the sex and not the injury.” Emmrich's palm rubbed soothing over her injured leg, as though feeling for any lingering wound. There was none to be found of course; his healing was very thorough, and there was now no sign that there had ever been an injury there at all. “But I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. Perhaps you might take heed for once and wait a while before performing any more dangerous stunts, hmmm?”
“Whatever you say,” Rook snuggled deeper into Emmrich's embrace, sweet oblivion tugging at her mind once more. “S'long as you get those smokes from Vorgoth you promised me.”
“Brat,” he huffed against her temple, deeply fond as he tucked her further into the blankets. “Sleep well, I'll deal with your cheek in the morning.”