Baby I'm-a want you
Baby I'm-a need you
You're the only one I care enough to hurt about
Maybe I'm-a crazy
But I just can't live without
your lovin' and affection
~Baby I'm-A-Want You-Bread~
She had been right about the adrenaline. By the time they returned to the Tower later that day, she was feeling the aftermath of their passion. Khadgar noticed it right away.
"My dear, are you alright?" he asked.
She wrinkled up her nose as she sat down. "Truthfully Khadgar, I have had battle wounds that hurt less than this."
He sat beside her and took her hand. "I was too hard on you. I am so sorry Cordana, I never meant to hurt you. I really must practice more restraint but you light a fire within me! Why did you not say anything at the time?"
"The pleasure was hiding the pain. That and the adrenaline, which, like in battle, wears off leaving you with wounds to deal with."
Khadgar looked concerned. "I shall dig up the apothecarium at the garrison and procure you a healing potion. I cannot have you hurting like this, Cordana."
She waved him away dismissively. "I will be fine. I am tougher than I look!"
He shook his head. "It is not about toughness my dear. Making love should not cause pain. I will be far more careful in the future, if you still wish to be with me that way of course."
She gave a small laugh. "Silly Archmage. I love you, I will always wish to show you in every way possible."
"Why don't you lie down here while I read my tome. Rest awhile, then we will go and speak with Jaaral about the next phase of our mission, if you are feeling up to it."
With a grateful smile and a sigh, Cordana curled up and sank down, arms around a large, plush pillow. She felt bruised inside, and would have welcomed an elixir from the apothecary, but in no way did she want Khadgar to see such weakness. How could he take her seriously as a protector if such a minor situation sent her running for a healer?
But light, it hurt.
Khadgar sat on a chair, conjuring and floating a tome before him. He also conjured up some mead, but when he looked over to ask if Cordana wanted any, her eyes were closed and her breathing was evening out.
I hope I did not cause any lasting damage, he thought. I must not allow myself to lose control that way again. Light, Cordana, you could never imagine how much you affect me.
She opened her eyes slightly and saw him watching her. She smiled, and went back to sleep.