Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
He loved her hair. It was that perfect rusty colour, like the final strings of sunlight as the sun set of a cloudless evening, and, even after so long together, it still astounded him.
No girl in Zagwa- or man, for that matter- had hair of such a rich hue, and he sometimes wondered if Wren's hair was like that through magic. There had to have been some magic involved in her creation, he thought. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, with her mariner's eyes and her wry smile and her long limbs.
Theo hadn't been surprised to find that she was even more beautiful naked, her lovely lop-sided hair brushing her pale, strong shoulders, her long fingers covering herself shyly.
She hadn't been so shy when he kissed her breasts later, or when he first entered her, and she screamed his name and a thousand curses. He felt awful for hurting her, but soon she was pleading with him to go harder, faster, telling him she loved him.
And afterwards, with her rusty hair splayed out across his chest, his fingers stroking her back, he wondered if life could get any better.
A/N: I have shipped Wren and Theo for so long, it was wonderful to write this little bit of happiness for them, and do my bit for the fandom!