Dangerous
Chapter Two: Good Morning, Indeed
Rayla's eyes fluttered open as she drifted from glorious sleep. Rays of soft sunlight streamed through the window, signalling that sun had already risen, but it was still early. Light was dancing on her face, and she guessed it was why she awoke.
She was usually a light sleeper, part of her assassin's training given by Runaan and Ethari. Except, of course, when she slept next to Callum. He gave her a sense of security that simply overrode her assassin's instincts. And though it should have alarmed her – she prided herself in being able to defend against any attack at a moment's notice – the comfort of his arms was enough to melt her worries away.
The sun pricked her skin and she tried roll onto her back, away from the offending sunlight. She began to shift, but a warm weight molded itself against her back and slung an arm across her midsection. A smile played on her lips and she turned her head to its direction.
Callum was using a folded arm as his pillow, his soft snores barely audible even in the quiet of the room. His torso was completely bare, as she realized that she must taken all of the blankets with her sometime during the night – again. Rayla remembered Callum calling her a blanket thief. He wasn't wrong. It wasn't unusual for her to wake up cocooned in the blanket they were supposed to be sharing.
Still inside the blanket, she turned in his arms and cupped his face with her free hand, her four fingers lightly spreading across his cheek. Her thumb skimmed his eyebrow, then his cheekbone. She trailed her forefinger downward, ghosting over his shoulder, his bicep, and then down his chest.
There were scars there, mostly from his swordsmanship training, but she traced the recent ones, faint but still fresh from another night of mind-blowing sex. Her ears quirked. She vaguely remembered making them in the throes of passion. It was his fault, strictly speaking. He had driven her to the brink again and again and it was all she could to claw at his chest.
Her hand continued down his abs. Oh, how she loved raking her fingers over them, too. They weren't pronounced, but there was no doubt that they were there, an outline that hinted that they were a product of function rather than form – he didn't often workout for the sake of it, only doing so even without her instruction when he wanted to learn a new move that she or Soren used on him.
She glanced at his face again, but judging from his steady breathing, he was still asleep. Her hand ventured further south and slid under the only place the blanket covered until her fingers grazed a protruding muscle. With an open palm, she gave his member a soft caress. It was already half-mast.
He certainly deserved his rest but Rayla couldn't help but gently stroke his hardening member with her palm. Her face flushed as she recalled their activities last night and how he fucked her against the door when the guards were right behind it.
When he became fully erect, she threw off the blankets and wrapped her hand around him, her thumb and forefinger encircling him at the base and the rest of her hand covering barely half of his shaft.
She gave it a few slow pumps, cautious not to wake him. Rayla bit her lip. How he could go a full night of lovemaking and still have the energy to go again in the morning was beyond her. It was certainly a far cry from the puppy-eyed, love-struck, sappy softie she thought him to be when they first met. She was one too, if she were being honest. She was one then and she was certainly still one now. Not that she was about to openly admit that to him.
Callum stirred and she removed her hand when he rolled onto his back. Her eyes darted to his face, pausing for a beat. But his breathing remained long and even, indicating that he was still deep asleep. This new position only gave her better access.
Deftly, she crawled down the bed and between his legs, her face even with his erection. She saw the crusted drops of their dried fluids and she inhaled, filling her lungs with the heady scent of sex and sweat.
She grasped his cock, licking her lips as she gave it a few strokes. She tucked her silvery-white hair behind her long ears and took him in her mouth, careful not to let her teeth graze. She swirled her tongue around the head and she heard him groan. She stilled, waiting to see if he would wake.
Emboldened when he didn't, she slackened her jaw and took him in deeper, fighting back her gag reflex until the tip pressed onto the back of her throat. An intoxicating flavor flooded her mouth as she breathed out slowly, pausing to savor the feeling of having her throat so full. She released him, inching her way out until only the head was inside her mouth.
Her hands moved to her breasts before she realized it. She began to knead them gently and rolled their tips between her fingers until they hardened in the warm air, even as she continued to suckle on the tip of his cock. She pinched a nipple tentatively and she felt the first few sparks of desire throb within her and her hand glided down her toned stomach and to her cunt instinctively.
Rayla couldn't believe she was doing this. Giving him a blowjob while he was asleep? Nexus, who had she become! Her younger self would have been horrified, and yet here she was, happily guzzling down his cock like it was some kind of treat from the kitchens. She suspected that this human being a terrible influence on her had something to do it, but she was quickly getting drunk on her lust.
She ran a digit along her seam as licked the lone bead of precum on the tip. She took him halfway and pressed her tongue on the underside of his cock. From her position, she couldn't see if he was awake yet, but she could guess from his lack of movement.
She then eased a slender finger inside of her throbbing pussy, crooking and curling it. She couldn't contain the soft moan that came from her lips, even as her tongue slid up and down his length. She wished it was his finger inside her instead. It was so much longer and rougher and could reach deeper into her. Or maybe his mouth. That usually did wonders. Or maybe…
"Hey there, troublemaker. Having fun?"
Her eyes shot up and met twin emerald pools. Callum had an amused look and he had his hands behind his head. She didn't know if he had just woken up or if he simply let her continue to see how far she would go. Either way, he was clearly enjoying himself and had no intention of stopping her. She tipped her head slightly and wrapped her lips around his length, mesmerizing him as his cock disappeared into her hot, wet mouth.
"Good morning," she said with his cock still in her mouth. It came a little garbled and heat flashed in his eyes as he watched her pull off of him unhurriedly, the coat of saliva glistening in the morning sun.
"Good morning, indeed. Did I miss anything?" he asked, eyebrows raising.
"Don't mind me, I'm just having a little fun with my favorite toy. Sorry to wake you," she said entirely without remorse, even as she grasped the base and began to pump.
"I could pretend to go back to sleep if you prefer?" he offered, sitting up on his elbows.
"You can try," she said simply, before her mouth closed on the sensitive head of his manhood, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him like a vacuum. He couldn't repress a groan his cock pressed the inside of her cheek, bulging it to an obscene shape.
Callum lost his ability to breathe. All he could focus on was the intense, wonderful pressure from her mouth. Never in his wildest dreams did he think that he would one day wake up to a blowjob from the hottest, most beautiful elf he'd ever seen.
Even in the secret sketchbook that he kept of her, few matched the erotic scene before him, and he made sure to burn the image in his memory with every intention of adding it to his ever-growing collection. If he remembered to do so, that is. Right now, he had to endure the softness of her lips and steady suction that from her greedy, little mouth.
Wordlessly, Rayla clasped him in her hand and began to bob her head up and down rhythmically, timing each pump and each suck perfectly. Her hair swayed and he sat up fully. He gathered her hair into one hand and then propped himself up with the other behind him.
Callum didn't guide her. He didn't have to, he simply let her take over and followed her lead, trusting her to exploit all his weakest spots with no mercy or hesitation. She adjusted and she lay prone, freeing her hand to play with her clit, even as she continued to suck. She gave a low moan as blood rushed to her head and reverberated to her pussy, her skin growing hotter with every flick and every touch to her pearl.
His control was slipping fast. His moans, mixed with the gagging sounds that she made, had every inch of him rocketing towards release.
"Rayla, I'm-ah! S-so close…"
Her orchid eyes locked with a pair of pine-green orbs, and that was all the warning that he got before the silver-haired elf started sucking earnestly, increasing in speed and intensity, fully bent on sending him over the edge. When she pressed a soft muscle just under his balls, he drew a sharp breath and pleasure ran through his spine.
His back bent inward into a question mark and his hands gripped gripped her head, surprising Rayla as he came with a jerk. He shoved her mouth down on his manhood as deep as he could and bucked upwards. She didn't fight it, gulping down as he sprayed his seed down her throat in long, hot spurts.
As he crashed back from his climax, he fell back on the bed with a plop and slung his arm across his eyes. His chest heaved as she released him with a pop, humming in approval as she nipped at his abs absentmindedly. She knew that though he couldn't feel it right now – he was currently dead to the world, it seemed - but he will no doubt find them later on. And when he did, the marks would remind him of her, and that she was his.
She may be a diplomat now, but she would go to war with anyone who dared take him from her – human or otherwise.
Rayla was wearing an approving smile when he opened his eyes groggily. She was appraising her work, her eyes moving from the long scratches on his chest, to the red marks on his abs, to the gleam in his now softening member. She relished the power she had over this human – her big, dumb, wonderful human.
She was a bit dismayed by how possessive she'd become, but Callum didn't seem to mind. She supposed it echoed in him too, and he recognized that they both could get very territorial, very quickly.
"That was amazing. You are amazing," Callum wheezed. The fact that he was still recovering brought her immense satisfaction. She could see why he reveled in giving her orgasm after intense orgasm on a regular basis.
"Was it to the prince's liking?" she teased, cocking her head.
His face lit up with a grin. "I'm technically a duke, you know."
"Well, you'll always be my dorky prince to me," Rayla said tenderly as she crawled next to him, and he couldn't bring himself to argue with that. He was completely hers, so captivated was he that he still found himself staring at her doing even the most mundane of things. Things were different than they were in the past, but he didn't think they'd changed very much. They still wore the same clothes, still laughed at the same corny jokes, and still got butterflies in their stomachs when they kissed.
But Callum couldn't deny that she had grown even more beautiful since their first inopportune meeting. Which was absurd, considering that he was already smitten even back then, long before either of them had even realized it. Then and now, he was in awe of her and wanted to worship her in every way possible. And not even an army of Sunfire elves was going to keep him from doing so.
He wasn't sure about the dorky part though. He was going to have to change that.
Callum's hand came up to brush a silvery strand of hair away from her face. He pulled her into a soft kiss that quickly turned heated, a subtle mix of passion and urgent need. His let his tongue run along her teeth and she granted him access. He plundered her mouth with his tongue, tasting her delicious flavor with a touch of bitterness that was undoubtedly his own. It was potent and he couldn't get enough, as if there was an unquenchable thirst within them that could only be temporarily relieved, but not sated.
When they broke for air, her breathing was uneven and heat suffused her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Her blush also spilled over to her long ears - something that seemed to happen only when she was aroused.
He prompted her to her knees and slowly scooted down to the edge of the bed until his face was perfectly aligned under her sex.
"W-What are you doing?" Rayla asked with wide eyes.
"Returning the favor," came his reply from under her. He placed wet, open-mouthed kisses to her inner thighs and lapped up the juices coating them. He stared into her womanhood, wet and slightly swollen from her own teasing. He spread her outer lips and he could see her core pulsating, just begging to be filled.
She looked down at him, silently asking if he was sure he wanted to do this. Callum just gave her a lopsided skin and blew a warm breath to her core, and she couldn't help but shudder as goosebumps broke across her skin.
Trust Callum to look adorable even when he was about to eat her out.
Slowly, she lowered herself until she felt his mouth against her. He ran his tongue up and down her seam, and he heard her give a low moan when he gave a few tentative licks to her clit. She felt him smile at her reaction before he pushed his wet tongue into her as far as it could go. Her walls immediately latched onto his pliant tongue, which swirled around her in exploration.
He looped his arms around her toned thighs and planted his hands in the middle. Slowly, he pushed her downwards until her full weight was on him. His tongue went wild inside her, prodding and pushing, swirling and whisking.
He flicked his tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves, drawing the symbols of various spells, beginning with Aspiro, then Fulminis, then Ventus Spiralis, and then Aspiro Frigis, before tracing various shapes and letters. The sound of her soft, breathy sighs only spurred him on, and she began to slowly grind against his face.
He stiffened his tongue and extended it as far as he could, letting her move as she pleased. She alternated grinding in small circles and snapping her hips back and forth as she felt liquid heat gathering in her core. Fluids seeped from her center and into his mouth, and he drank each drop greedily.
Callum's lungs were screaming for air. He was either suffocating against her flesh or drowning in her juices as she continued to thrash against him, but he pressed on, pausing from time to time to take a huge gulp of air before his mouth was on her again. He made indecent slurping noises as he continued to pleasure her, but they were drowned out as her sighs of pleasure grew into uninhibited moans.
Rayla reached down and found her clit and she rubbed the sensitive nub frantically. A cry tore from her throat and he couldn't help but moan with her. Her body fell forward, her hand herself at the last second.
She picked up her speed as she gyrated and rubbed furiously. Callum kept up with her pace, closing his eyes and fighting through the pain. He could feel himself hardening again, but ignored his own growing desire to focus on giving her as much as pleasure he could.
"Oh Callum…"
He began his ministrations with renewed vigor, his tongue darting in and out of her, switching between hard and soft licks so she couldn't tell what sensation would hit her next. All she could think about was the pressure that was rapidly building within her as her pussy coiled around his tongue, threatening to wreck her entire body.
Callum gave a low hum, the vibrations of his voice just tacking onto the onslaught on her core. She began to buck wildly against his mouth as she raced towards a powerful release.
"Oh Nexus, Cal-ah! That's…mmm...there…Ungggh..!"
Her face contorted and she came with a scream, her body convulsing as it tried to dive deeper into the overwhelming pleasure and at the same time retreat from it. But he held her fast against him, not letting her escape. She was breathing heavily and her arm lost strength. Her cheek dropped to the pillow and her torso slumped to the bed, limp. Callum slid from under her to give her long, soothing strokes to her hair and back until the last of her trembles stopped.
"Wow. I love it when you lose control," he grinned when Rayla cracked an eye open. His smoothed a hand over her fair skin, now slick with sweat.
"Guess we're even, prince," she said dreamily, still gradually floating down from her high. He held his thumb and two fingers in front of his face, striking a pose dating back to their first journey together.
"Not quite," he whispered against her skin, caressing her bum and making her twitch as her oversensitized body multiplied the sensation threefold. His voice was low and gravelly, and she shivered at the dark promise it held.
"Don't make me stab you," came her muffled reply. He laughed, the threat not nearly as effective when her ass still hung in the air. A sense of pride swelled in him. She was perfect in every way imaginable, and he would do anything for his little Moonshadow elf.
He glanced at the window. The sun was higher now, and he guessed it was already midday. Ezran should be busy listening to the messages that came by crow right about now. And that, he mused, should give them plenty of time left.
"Doubt it," he growled as he flipped her onto her back, prying her thighs apart and running his manhood over her wet slit. "By the time I'm finished with you, you won't even be able to remember your own name."
And then he plunged into her in one smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt and stealing the air from her lungs.
Rayla's eyes widened in shock and her back arched. Callum's been extra aggressive lately and she kind of liked it. She knew from experience that Callum could certainly deliver on his words, as she remembered each time he made love to her until she nearly passed out. But she wasn't about to admit that their face sitting session and his husky words were turning her on to no end.
She propped herself up on her elbows and met his gaze. "Moonshadow elves don't take promises lightly. Better make it count," she said ruefully, a smile tugging at her lips.
He smirked. If that wasn't a clear challenge, he didn't know what was. Even when she was flat on her back, she found a way to be defiant.
He ground against her, rubbing her deepest parts in slow circles as he towered over her. From this angle, he could barely see her twin horns jutting out of her shoulder-length hair. It framed her face and contrasted with the deep flush tinting her cheeks and the bridge of her nose as her skin climbed several degrees.
She licked her lips and bit her lower lip, full and inviting. He had a sudden urge to kiss her, but knew that she was baiting him. He narrowed his eyes. He was weak to her kisses and they both knew it. He felt her entrance then clamp on his rod, and by the mischievous glint in her purple eyes, he knew it was completely intentional.
Oh, this elf was playing dirty. If he didn't focus, he could end up finishing before her.
And that, well, that just wouldn't do.
He slowly pulled out of her, leaving only the tip in as he sat back on his thighs. On his knees, he then edged closer to her and slung her legs across his spread thighs. He pushed his hips upward and then forward, the tip of his cock raking against her the ribbed softness of her upper wall. This position limited his range of movement and he couldn't slam in and out of her like he wanted to. Callum kept his thrusts short and shallow, but they had the desired effect nonetheless.
She fell back onto the bed and her mouth opened in a small pant and her fingers twisted in the sheets. He extended his arm and his fingers curled around her soft breast, slowly massaging it before running the pad of his finger around the pink nipple. He then pinched the distended bud and she let out a low moan.
His brows furrowed. He knew he didn't have to speed up, but he did know that he had to endure, keeping his movements as precise and as deliberate as he could. She closed her eyes and breathy sighs escaped her. He gripped her hips, watching his cock slowly going in and out of her, mesmerized as it glistened from her juices.
"Mmmm…Callum, that feels good," Rayla sighed.
He grit his teeth. Part of him wanted to pound into her with reckless abandon. But at that moment, all that mattered was that he fulfilled his promise. He reached between them and found her swollen clit, teasing it with his thumb while he continued his shallow thrusts.
"Nggghh…Callum…"
Just then, there were three short but rapid knocks on the door. Callum wasn't sure if he was just imagining it because she didn't seem to hear it, but he didn't bother to stop to find out.
It was all but confirmed when Soren's voice called through the door.
"Callum? Are you in there?"
Rayla's eyes flew open and he felt her pussy contract involuntarily. She raised her head, her eyes flicking to the door and then to their adjoined bodies. She looked up and shot him a look of warning.
"Don't worry, it's locked," he mouthed.
He grabbed her hand and intertwined their fingers, before raising it to his lips to give it a reassuring kiss. She bit her lip and hesitated, but she slowly nodded, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of red. His hunch was right – she was really into this.
Soren knocked again, this time a little louder. "Callum? You in there, buddy?"
"What is it, Soren?" Callum called over his shoulder.
"Have you seen Rayla? She's not in her room and the guards don't know where she went."
Her sex squeezed around him especially tight at the mention of her name. He grit his teeth, fighting the urge to let go and let loose.
He scooped up her legs and slung her ankles on his shoulders, and then grabbed her bum and lifted into the air so that only her head and shoulders were touching the bed. Her twin horns poked into the pillow, but he couldn't care less at the moment.
"Uh, I'm not sure. What do you need from her?"
Like earlier, Callum kept his thrusts even and shallow, even as she became wetter by the second. His hand found her clit again and rubbed hard, making her jolt. She bucked into him and she brought a hand to her mouth and turned her head to the side as she fought down a moan.
"Well, a magic bird thing, you know, the one from the elves? Well, one arrived for her last night. We thought she might want to read it."
Rayla's pussy started to contract quickly and her body trembled. The telltale signs that she was perilously close. He couldn't respond to Soren, or else he might explode then and there.
But Soren continued. "Oh, and Ezran said something about the Silvergrove. If you see her, can you tell her to come to the throne room?"
"Oh, she's coming all right," Callum muttered darkly, as he continued to pump into her purposefully and excruciatingly slow while teasing her clit. Rayla pinched his thigh for the double entendre.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you through the door. Can you open up?"
"I'm in the middle of something right now, Soren. Can I help you look for her later?"
"Oh, uh, okay. Can you pass the message if you see her?"
Abstract colors danced in Rayla's eyes and her body started to convulse violently as an intense orgasm gripped her. She arched her back and shoved her hips towards him as she engulfed him completely. He could feel her muscles clamping down on him erratically as her climax seized her.
"Magic bird. Silvergrove. Throne room. Got it. Bye Soren!"
Callum hoped it didn't sound at all rushed, because all he wanted to do at that moment was make love to the extremely horny elf under him. She dissolved into shivers, and she looked stunningly beautiful. He noticed that she stopped breathing. She was writhing beneath him as fought down the moans that threatened to escape her.
Callum could barely hear the sound of metal boots fading into the distance and at last Rayla could no longer contain the shaky cries that tore from throat. Callum prayed that Soren didn't figure out that they were having sex while he was talking to him.
"Callum… Ah! Oh moon above...Ungggggghhhhh!"
"That's it, Rayla. Come for me. Come all over that cock!" He sounded more confident than he actually felt. It was taking all of his willpower not to cum with her at that moment.
She was still thrashing, and her cunt spasmed around him like it hadn't ever before, and he slowly pulled out of her. If he was right…
Erratic jets of clear liquid sprayed onto his pelvis, and his eyes widened in surprise. His face pulled into a feral smile and she covered her face with her hands.
He pushed into her again and repeated it, poking and scraping against her upper wall as he pulled out. This time the streams hit his thighs before gushing out from her freely from her pink hole. Her body gave one last jerk and then sagged to the bed, utterly spent, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to catch her breath.
He let go of her legs from his shoulders and dropped to his hands, hovering above her as he whispered husky words of encouragement. He pressed soft kisses to her lips and elven-marked cheeks as he let her float down from bliss.
When her eyelids fluttered open, her amethyst eyes were glazed and she gave him a weak smile. Her hair was matted and stuck to her skin and horns. Her body glistened from a mix of sweat and bodily fluids. And even then, she left him in awe.
"You are so beautiful," he whispered, his hand coming up to cup her face. "And you're mine."
He lowered his head to capture her lips with his own. To be honest, he could spend days kissing her just like this, and that still wouldn't be enough. As if reading his mind, she tangled her hands in his hair and deepened the kiss. He growled as she pressed her hips onto his erection. Her womanhood was still quivering and she pulled away to look at him incredulously.
"Really? Wait, Callum, let me rest!"
"Not a chance," was all she heard before he flipped her onto her hands and knees. He bent to give her trembling pussy a few licks and inhaled. She was soaked and he could no longer contain himself.
He aligned his manhood to her entrance and sank into her, savoring the feeling of her hot pussy wrap around him, inviting him to go deeper, deep into her until he could go no further. He pulled out of her and grasped her by the hips, before driving into her again and again. She felt a low fire ignite within her, a low ember that quickly blazed into a roaring inferno that threatened to consume her.
"Yes! Oh, Callum…I'm gonna cum again," she moaned.
The sounds of pleasure that she made and the smack of her bouncing ass against his hips only served to spur him on.
"Say it," he rasped.
"Fuck…Callum…yess…" she sighed, not really sure what he meant. He growled and raised his hand, only to bring it down on the firm flesh of her ass in a loud smack. He slowed his thrusts, almost to a halt.
"Say you're mine," he commanded as he moved almost imperceptibly. Her arms gave out, and she mumbled something into the pillow. Her pussy tightened and she gave a choked sound of pleasure. He slapped her ass again, the radiant skin reddening at the contact.
"Say you're mine, Rayla," he repeated, although he didn't know how much longer he could last. She turned her head to the side. "Say it!"
"I'm yours…Unggh…" she obeyed, but tried to wriggle back into him.
"Louder!" he said with a slap on the other cheek of her ass. It stung, but her pussy just gave another squeeze and he knew she was loving it.
"I'm yours, Callum! I'm all yours!"
He felt the last of his control snap. He grabbed her hips again and slammed into her in long, frenzied thrusts as he gave into his primal instincts.
"Ohhh, moon and stars above! Yessss…Calum. Callum! Callluuuuuummmm!"
She chanted his name like a mantra, fervent moans flowing from her lips even as she met him thrust for thrust, wanting more of the blinding pleasure he was giving her. He squeezed his eyes shut as he teetered on the edge, sweat dripping from his forehead.
He looped his arm around her waist and hauled her up, molding her body flush against his. He bit into her shoulder as one hand groped her breast while the other toyed with her clit. He ground into her, their bodies slipping and sliding against each other. She threw her head back onto his shoulder and her hands lifted to tangle in his hair.
Callum turned her head and kissed her. It was off center but she responded eagerly. She then broke away from the kiss and her mouth fell open in a silent scream. Strength drained from her body and she lost herself in the overwhelming pleasure.
Her body shook and bucked violently as her climax rippled through her. He stilled, gritting his teeth as he tried to ride out her orgasm and prolong her pleasure. A particularly hard clench sent him over the edge however, and, with a heave, he followed her headlong into oblivion.
They collapsed on the bed, panting hard in a tangle of mass and limbs. Callum used the last of his strength to roll them over on their side, taking his position behind her. When their breathing returned to normal, Rayla took his hand in hers and wrapped it around herself.
"Callum, we need to talk about this new fondness of yours for almost getting caught," she said sternly. Her lips curled, betraying her strict tone. Callum raised his eyebrows.
"My fondness? I'm not the one who comes like crazy when people are nearby."
Rayla giggled. "Yeah, well you wouldn't stop."
"That's what you get for stealing the blankets," he murmured. His voice was husky and a delicious shiver ran down her spine.
"I made up for that, didn't I?"
"You steal the blankets every night…" He kissed her nape and Rayla gave a low hum.
"You hog all of the hot water…" His lips pressed onto her shoulder, eliciting a pleasured sigh from her.
"And you deliberately tempt this poor, old prince when we're outside…" He breathed into her ear.
"Yes, you poor little prince," she teased, even as his lips continued to explore her skin. He said nothing, content to pepper her skin with small kisses. He was getting tempted to spend the whole day in bed with her. He liked the thought and his mind started whirring, thinking of all the ways he could arrange it.
"Callum, what did Soren say?" Rayla asked suddenly, stopping his advances.
"Oh, right. He said a Moonshadow hawk came for you last night. And Ezran wants to talk to us in the throne room."
She turned in his arms to face him. "That must have been from Ethari! I wrote him a few weeks ago with news of the human mages who could use primal magic," she said brightly.
He sighed, realizing his plan to play hooky was certainly foiled before it had even started. He supposed they had to get up sometime, though he tucked away his plan in his mind for future use.
"I also told him how good jelly tarts are…" Another idea popped into Callum's mind.
"And that I tried on human clothes." And another.
"But that only you got to see it."
He chuckled, then said seriously, "You're so beautiful, Rayla. I love you."
"Where did that come from? Dork," she grinned. "But I love you too, my big, dumb human."
Callum laughed, and then stole a quick kiss before beaming back at her.
"Whatever you say, troublemaker."
A/N: I absolutely have to give credit to madamebomb (and fanwright) for lending me the nickname 'troublemaker'.
She's also a fanfiction rockstar, and if you haven't read any of her works yet, do yourself a favor and check them out right now! Seriously. She's one of, if not the best, there is and I doubt you will regret it.