Disclaimer- I own nothing except a boyfriend who looks identical to Twig.
A/N- A little shortie chapter to keep it going as I'm very busy at the moment. Hope you like & review.
The room was fairly bright when Maugin finally awoke.
She stirred slowly against the warm sailcloth and stretched out a little, remembering the delicious details of the night before.
Sitting bolt upright, she realised Twig was not in the sails with her, he had gone, but from the warmth between the soft materials, she guessed he had not long since departed.
Quickly, she pulled on her slip and stood, her hips aching a little and feeling slightly tender between her legs. She walked to the door quickly and opened it, her eyes scanning the dank room around her.
Twig was not there.
Neither was he in his own "quarters" and Maugin began to panic a little.
She ran outside, her heart beating furiously and stopped dead in her tracks, a smile curving her mouth upwards and outwards.
Twig was there sitting rather cockily against the hull, his tight black pants intact and held up by a pair of black braces joined to his pants with silver jangling buckles. His chest was bare and pale in the bright Mire light and on hearing footsteps, he had turned to face her, at first with one eyebrow raised inquisitively, now smiling broadly.
"Good Morning lover…" he grinned. Maugin couldn't help but laugh at his cocky demeanour and she sat beside him.
"You look like the woodcat that got the hammelhorn cream," she remarked and watched that perfect arched eyebrow of his raise itself.
"So do you,"
She laughed lightly and leaned back against the curving wood. He looked at her feeling his heart swell with that curious sensation and stretched his arms out, placing one around her fair shoulders.
Maugin smiled and turned to look at Twig, the strange tickling sensation invading her chest again. He winked cockily at her then leaned close, pulling her into his toned chest gently.
"Maugin I barely slept at all last night," he murmured, his eyes large and gleaming though admittedly ringed with black circles that told of his sleepless night better than his words ever could.
Maugin stiffened, her chest aching and she bit her lip,
"Please don't say you regret what happened or I shall die!" she blurted out and stared long and hard at Twig's face feeling hot unwanted tears fill her eyes.
"No, of course not! Quite the reverse…but tell me, do you regret what happened?"
Maugin shook her head, her fiery locks flying around her face. Twig smiled, her chest relaxing again.
"Then…we are lovers?" he asked a little tentatively. He didn't want to push her but to be without her now after what had happened made his stomach churn.
"We are lovers, Twig."
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