NB: I (meaning me, the author, Jennistar1) don't own (meaning in any copyright terms) them (meaning Maerad, Cadvan and any other Pellinor-related themes inside the fic). There, I think that should keep me out of trouble! I have no idea where this came from, I just picked up a pen and out it flowed!
AFTERMATH
Maerad and Cadvan fell exhausted onto the bed, both flushed from their latest 'exhertions'.
"Maerad," Cadvan moaned to the ceiling. "Don't ever do that bit again."
"Which bit?" She lay amongst the mass of her ebony hair, eyes closed, mouth stretched in small smile.
"You know, the bit when you – " He groaned. "Pulled."
She giggled in understanding.
"You old man."
He twisted his head so that he could look on her face in its halo of black.
"Does it worry you?"
"What?"
"My age. Our age gap. Does it worry you that you sleep with an – 'old man'?"
She opened one eyes and peeked at him through the strands of her dishevelled hair.
"Does I worry you that you sleep with a young girl?"
He grinned at her wolfishly.
"Of course not."
"Then…" She flipped over so that she was lying on his chest, her grave blue eyes looking into his, her curtain of hair shielding the room from them. "If it doesn't worry an 'old man' that he sleeps with a 'young girl', why should it worry a 'young girl' that she sleeps with an 'old man'?"
He smiled up at her, fingers trailing through her smooth locks.
"I'm not that old," he whispered seductively.
"And I'm not that young," she countered just as huskily, and bent down and kissed him softly and strongly on the mouth. For a while they lay there, mouths locked, hands intertwined, bodies pressed together.
When they resurface, Cadvan murmured,
"I love you, Maerad the Unpredictable."
She wriggled down the bed and placed her head on his should, closing her eyes and inhaling his intoxicating scent as if it were her lifeforce.
"I love you too," she whispered, and then, without another word, she fell straight to sleep in his arms.
Ah, fluff. Where would we be without it?!
