Can I first say how awesome it is to be writing this story again?! So excited. Sooooo this chapter is the wedding night. Que awkward smile.

Chapter Six: The God of Many Paths

It was my wedding night.

"Stranger," my sisters whispered, their heads bowed around me as I sat on a rickety chair in the center of my room that my mothers and aunts had sat in before me. The heavy perfume of incense and candles clogged my throat, making my eyes water. "We speak to you."

Few prayed to the Seventh God. Many believed that his only power was to take away those who deserved to live - that letting his name steal any sort of breath from your body would allow him to take the rest. We were not fools. We knew the risks. Neither Male or Female, animal or human, The Stranger was a God of Death - one of six others who seemed gentler and more forgiving. As children, we came to the simple conclusion that a God who had fewer people calling him was more predictably the one that would hear us loudest.

And when one of my blood sisters was taken by the whims of marriage, we gave ourselves over to the traditions passed from mother to daughter.

"One life dies and another begins." Derwa continued on, stepping forward, her fingers dipping into a bowl of crushed hibiscus and honey. Her eyes held a softer edge then they had before, briefly meeting mine as a finger rubbed the paste against my lips. There was something there - pity? Sadness? "Stranger, you keep the gates to the unknown. You walk the paths of many men and none at all, give what others do not wish to receive and take what is meant to stay."

Walda's voice took up, gentler than Derwa's as her fingers curled my hair into a thick series of braids, her fingers slick with patchouli oil. I could smell the deep, musky scent of the plant as she wound a few of it's purple blooms into my hair. "Our sister steps into one of your many paths and we beseech you to watch her steps - to keep the road straight and her path clear."

My hand shot out as Derwa moved away, latching onto her slender wrist and causing a gasp to escape her.

"What-"

"Promise me," I whispered, something like desperation creeping into me as I caught sight of the twin's wild mass of red curls burning through the cloud of incense. And then there was Sherei, her eyes wide as she clung to Roslin's skirts, wondering what was happening, why we had all gathered in my cramped little room. No one had married a Frey since she had been born. "Promise me that you won't let him marry away the little ones. Not yet."

"The twins have bled," she replied, her face deceptively blank even as her words tightened with strain.

"Just one more year," I pleaded, my fingers tightening. "I have not - They don't know how to live separately. I have not prepared them for that reality."

For a moment she didn't say anything and I felt my breath quiver out of me as I thought of my brother. No one would protect him. We would be separated and alone in our own ways. But with Derwa, the twins and Sherei would be protected for a bit. Her cunning far outweighed her cruelty. She was the only one I trusted to keep the others safe.

"I think you've overestimated yourself for far too long, Willa," she hissed, rolling her eyes as she peeled my fingers from her wrist. Her eyes narrowed as they met mine. "They are my sisters as well. Stand."

I drew in a shaky breath, suddenly feeling exhausted beyond my years. Below, I could hear the dull sounds of men roaring and plates and glass being smashed. I closed my eyes, trying not to vomit as I felt Derwa and Walda pick at the strings of my dress until it slithered down my shoulders, letting the cold wind that carried from the River Trident ruffle the thick haze of incense that had gathered. Around me, I felt the air ripple, drawing a harsh breath from me before I felt Walda and Derwa's hand along my spine and arms as they rubbed patchouli oil into my skin. Our mothers and their mothers before them had taught us that the smell would sate men and make them grow to love our very touch.

It was something that the Frey children did not give to those that married in but kept tucked away in the secrecy of our own chambers.

My eyes pricked as I felt Derwa's fingers rub along my breasts and down my stomach. I wanted to be someone else. I wanted to be small again with my mother and my brother. I wanted to feel the river's breath on my cheeks at dawn as I scaled the thin rocks that allowed me to walk beside it. I wanted to whisper into Corlin's curls again, close my eyes and know that in the morning my brother and I would be safe and the sorrows of the night before would be behind us and not in front.

"You will not cry, sister." I blinked, gasping as I felt the hot dribble of tears roll down my jaw. Derwa's eyes were fathomless as they stared into mine, her rough hands cupping my cheeks. I hated her. Not because of all the cruel things she had said - no. In that moment, I hated her for the look of absolute pity that she was giving me. Deep in her heart, I doubted that she ever wanted to marry the wolf. The life of a King's first wife was often short and fraught with misery. I felt a sob building in my throat, more tears escaping. But Derwa shook her head, her eyes hardening. "Babes are meant to cry. Babes and weak women. We Frey's may be many things but the women here are strong. We do our duty and serve our father with honor. You have married a King. So now you must be a Queen."

I shut my eyes, choking down the trembling. This was a miserable, ugly business. And I would not cry when the Stranger beckoned me to walk with him. I blinked once. Twice. And then nodded as Derwa released me and waved for my wedding shift to be brought. It was a gauzy thing, white and frilly in a ludicrous way that seemed to try and hide it's actual purpose. I was to wear this through the night and in the morning it would be paraded about to my father and brothers and the King's men.

By the morning, it would be stained with my blood.

"Remember what the Sept taught us," Walda whispered, her brows furrowing as I stepped toward the door.

I didn't say anything. The last thing I would want is for my Septs words to be marching across my brain while Robb Stark fucked me. I felt my pallor go a few shades lighter at the thought, all warmth escaping me as Derwa needed the oil over my thighs and hips. I could hear her explaining how it would be. What a man would look like without clothes and how he would touch me. I flinched, closing my eyes as Derwa tied neat little bows at my front, the fabric abrading my skin which was completely exposed under the slip.

"As is and always has been," my sisters whispered, clasping a thin strand of silver around my neck that had a spike of purplish-pink crystals. My brows furrowed. This wasn't a part of my jewelry. Where had it come from? "You have not loved but you caress the footsteps that are burned into your roads with whispered words. You sing to the winds that will not listen and speak when there is nothing more than darkness to receive. We give a life for a different path that has been walked before and yet has not. We give a life for the rubble of a desecrated path that might be made new again by the joining of two souls. We give our sister for the offer of a kinder lot and a fuller belly after a time of famine and sickness."

As the final words were uttered, we all bowed our heads as one and for a moment I closed my eyes as a silent cry welled within me. I was crying out to the world for something that I knew had no words, a deep ache that I was afraid to name as desperate hope.

"It's time to go," Walda whispered, a hand lightly touching my back and goading me towards the door. It was time to go.

"What's going on? Where is Willa going?" Sherei's voice was small and frightened as she called out to me but I couldn't bare to turn. Dwon the hallway I heard a man's deep roar and the sounds of scuffling. When I was young, my favorite sister had married off on a night like this. I had been so scared of all the uncertainty - scared of the fact that my sisters were all congregated in one room, speaking quietly. My sister had tried to comfort me that night. Perhaps it made it worse when she wasn't there the next moment. My breath quivered from me even as I squared my shoulders, tipping my chin up in a charade of confidence. "Willa, wait!"

My hand clenched around the nob and without hesitation I yanked it open as my little sister broke into sobs, blubbering at my rejection. A part of me tore apart at that sound, the anguish there as she watched me walk away from her tears.

"Sssshhhh," I heard Roslin whisper behind me and I bit into my lip, tasting honey and hibiscus and a metal ting as I bled a bit.

"Sister." Corlin, his hair mushed and his eyes heavily ringed with sleeplessness, stood in the hallway with a rigidness that seemed to counteract the lazy way he was leaning against the wall. Briefly his eyes swept across my near, see through gown, before his jaw was jerking down, his eyes squeezing shut like he had seen something that had physically hurt him.

Quietly, Walda clasped her hands beside me, waiting as I tilted my chin farther up even as I felt a flush of shame warm my neck. I refused to be weak and - worse yet - embarrassed over the duty that I must commit to tonight. A few moments passed before the quiet golden brown of my brothers eyes met mine, his adam's apple bobbing as he tried to reign in the rage that I could see bubbling up.

Sudden terror, silenced me as I thought of my brother - the one who cried when he first saw our father with someone other than our mother - trapped in this lonely, cold place.

Before I knew what I was doing, I had stumbled into his arms, my fingers clenching in his shirt as I let out a dry sob. I wanted to stay. I wanted to pass evenings with the summer rays on my skin and the water winds rolling to dampen my hair. The unfairness suddenly came crashing down on me as I breathed in my brother's familiar smell mixed with the heartier scent of ale. Was I still a child? At the moment, I felt like one, clutching at Corlin like a babe.

But to stop this from happening to Sherei and the twins, the older sisters had thrown themselves into a wolf's path. Derwa had been smart enough to send me to the back of the line, even exacting a little bit of revenge in the process. But farther than that, I could almost see the wheels of her mind grinding away at any way to draw the Wolf King's attention from the youngest of our sisters. She had ultimately sacrificed me but, in the end could I really fault her?

Sniffling, I pulled away from my brother, my lips setting again as I wiped angrily at my tears. I would not go to Robb Stark as a weeping babe. I would go as a woman.

For a moment longer, Corlin said nothing, his eyes running over my face again and again.

"He's not-" I bit my lip, blinking rapidly. "He's not a monster, Corlin. He won't - he's not that sort of man. He'll - he'll take care of me."

"Willa," he gritted out through clenched teeth. "Men like that don't stop at one war. They want more - more land, more armies."

"Corlin-"

"You're not right for war, Willa." He let out a gust of breath, his eyes suddenly growing unsure as he drew me close once more. "He can't take you. Not my sister."

"You're the one who said he would," I whispered, rubbing a hand along his back.

"Because you're a loudmouth," he hissed into my hair as he clutched me closer. "You just couldn't be a dull, little girl, could you? You had to be interesting."

"Don't be a bitter, old man."

Behind me, Walda cleared her voice. It was time for me to go.

"We could hide in the stables," he whispered suddenly as I tried to pull away. "Just for a day or two until I can steal some food and money and then we can leave. We can go to the Free Cities. You've always had a fondness for it."

"I have a fondness for the view," I replied dryly, finally extracting myself from his arms to search his gaze. There was such fear there - fear that I could almost feel in my bones. "We have nothing, Corlin. I have never traveled beyond these walls - have only heard the tales told by the soldiers that visit of Pentos and Norvos. Can you picture the utter desecration that would befall us if we were to travel past our father's money?" Gently, I took his hand, rubbing a finger along the soft skin there - easily torn and delicate as lace. For a moment, I startled. A sword had never been placed in this palm - his fingers had never curled around the steel of a blade. Did we even know what money felt like? I rarely saw it. I rarely felt it's tang in my hands. Why, when we needed only to call a servant? "We are babes, brother. There are lions out there and we are deer to be eaten."

His lips curled bitterly, his eyes softening even more. "Oh, Willa." I watched as his lips quivered, the hand I was cradling coming to smooth over my face almost reverently. "Haven't you heard? All the lions have been hunted to extinction."

A chill went through me as his lips grazed my forehead, leaving the wetness of his tears behind. Yes. They had been hunted by wolves. I shut my eyes, just for a moment imagining that it was another night. That Corlin was here to say goodnight. That tomorrow I would wake up in my own bed, that everything would be the same as it had always been.

But then Corlin pulled away and the chill coming from the open windows in the hall seeped through my thin gown to the oiled flesh beneath.

I gulped, swallowing another wave of sadness. There was nothing more to say.

"Willa." Walda's voice was a soft reminder. She had given me more than enough time. My father would be wondering if I had ran away.

I turned from my brother without a second glance, my mind going blank as my feet padded silently through the stone halls that I had ran through as a child. There was an odd calm that had seeped into my very bone. Something that came with the sureness of going into a situation that I could have never prepared for and that I had very little say in. There was an outcome that was inevitable and it involved a young king and an heir. I could bear him children. I wasn't so sure about the rest - marriage, love.

"There she is." I blinked, stopping as I saw the gathered ensemble of men crowding in front of one of the few ornament oak doors in the Twins. I had very rarely gone into it since it was in the guest wing - meant for kings and queens.

My brothers were gathered around, most avoiding my eyes as I approached, straightening even further as I felt my mouth curve into an angry slash. I was sure that I looked rigid as a board, specifically when I saw the quieter presence of Robb Stark's mother standing by the closed door and beside her, looking like a cat eyeing some milk was none other than Theon Greyjoy. A few more lingered, obviously part of the Stark's ensemble.

"We thought you had left." Thomos was quickly silenced by the withering stare of a few of my more sensitive uncles and brothers. I was more inclined to ignore him, making sure to keep my face neutral as I came to a halt across from Lady Stark.

Should I bow? I was queen. Did queens bow to anyone but other queens?

For a moment, my eyes ran over her, her soft eyes and delicately plain face. She looked like a homely women, one who would nurture a babe, coddle them with sweets and smiles. Would she mold me? Would she speak to Robb about how unfit I was going to be as a mother? There was a tense kind of silence as Lady Stark seemed to make the same calculations before her face settled into a warm smile.

And then she was bowing, her head low as Theon followed her lead. And then one by one my brothers and uncles followed her lead. It was mildly satisfy having to see them reduced to such prostrations when they could hardly stand to see me in the halls most days. I let a brief, sardonic smile curl my lips as I stared at their bowed heads. Even Walda was struggling to keep herself in an elegant curtsy beside me.

"Rise," I whispered, barely able to draw the breath to give more than that. If they weren't so crowded around, none would be able to hear me. My eyes swept to meet Lady Stark's again, giving her a slow nod. "I appreciate your presence, Lady Stark."

Ah, what an inadequate statement. The slow upturn of her lips seemed to confirm her understanding of all the unspoken things that went into that one sentence.

"Please, Catelyn will do," she assured before gesturing to the man standing beside her. "This is Lord Theon Greyjoy, a dear friend and brother to my son."

"We've met," I stated dryly, earning a raised brow from Catelyn and a full smile from the Ironborn as he swept into another bow. I almost submitted to the urge to roll my eyes as he took my hand, his lips brushing along the back as his eyes twinkled up at me.

"An unfortunate greeting and one I hope to remedy." What an utterly exciting prospect.

"Mm," I sniffed, yanking my hand from his and turning towards the door as Catelyn seemed to restrain something that looked suspiciously like a laugh. I eyed the gentle light that was flowing from the cracks in the door. "Is my... husband... here?"

"Inside the room," one of my brothers piped up and Walda gave a sigh, placing a hand to my back. "We've inspected it and found no intruders." By intruders, he meant men who would get rid of my virginity without the need for Robb Stark to get his dick dirty. I was already tired of these games.

I felt Walda's heat as she leaned forward to whisper in my ear. "I must leave soon. Women aren't supposed to be around these sorts of activities. But… I heard father instruct our brothers to make sure that the marriage… was, um consummated."

My eyes narrowed at that, my spine stiffening even more. "Well, that will not do."

"What are you two whispering about?" Garrin, one of my older uncle's snapped and I turned an icy glare on him as Lady Stark's brows raised further.

They rarely spoke to me like this. I was the reason that all of their little dirty secrets didn't get around to their wives. Apparently, now that my departure was eminent they thought that I could be pushed around.

"Will I be given privacy or will you be present through the whole night?" Even my own ears shivered at the icy sharpness that seemed to shiver through every syllable. My brothers visibly paled as I continued on, letting the full rage that I felt leak into my facial expression. "I can assure you that my duties tonight will be fulfilled but they will not be given to audiences candor. So you may find a hall to get drunk in or you may go take a dive in the Green Fork for all I care but you will not be sitting outside of my chambers." I gave them a thin smile. "And if I hear even the shuffle of feet, I will make sure to tell King Robb Stark personally. I'm sure he would agree with my assessment."

I wasn't sure at all. The incredulous smile that Catelyn now held revealed nothing.

But it did the trick. My brothers scurried away with nothing more than a few low murmurs and wary bows. Walda looked more satisfied than I would have thought. I turned my gaze back to Lady Stark and Lord Greyjoy, giving a slight curtsy before reaching for the doorknob.

This was it. This was the moment.

And I was surprised that I felt a little bit of relief as I slipped inside to the warm heat of the marble floored room with it's large, silk draped bed and windows that would hold the light of the River Trident when the sun rose the next morning. A curtain of sheer red drapes fluttered in the light breeze that came from the balcony. It would get chilly with the air coming from the river. It was a good thing that the creamy sheets looked to be thick and that a canopy of silk billowed down over the sides of the bed and shaded it from wind.

And sitting by the fire was… my husband. What an odd thought.

Those eyes - the ones that sent an odd tingle up my spine - turned slowly to me, his face almost decidedly blank as the fire crackled in front of him. A log popped and I resisted the urge to fiddle with the strings running along my front. Instead I studied him. Taking in the hard planes of his face and the heavy shadow of his brow. Everything about him was hard - unflinching and decidedly sardonic. His plain white shirt was open to reveal the dark hair covering his chest and the compact muscles of his body, his leather trousers riding low on his hips. Why was it so hot in here?

"Have you come to ask me to shoo your brothers from the door?"

Immediately, a wave of embarrassed irritation washed through. I should have stormed from the room at that very moment. Maybe giving him a good whack before leaving. But I found myself stepping back instead as he unfolded himself from his seat, stalking toward me.

Was I scared of this man?

"You needn't worry, Your Grace," I snapped, growing even more enraged as my voice wavered at his closeness.

"Good," he murmured, his eyes running over me, lingering a bit too long on the clear points of my breasts through the nearly sheer material. An odd darkness shadowed his already stormy blue eyes. I almost missed the tensing of his shoulders, the tightening of his stance. "I would have been disappointed if you couldn't get rid of such small prey."

"I am not an animal to be watched." Why was I whispering? My heart beat painfully, my eyes snapping to follow his hand as he reached forward and cupped my cheek. It was hard to breath. I felt flushed, dizzy at his nearness and unsure. What was happening? My brows furrowed, my mind reeling. It was terrifying. I felt scarily similar to falling slipping on a step, trying desperately to regain your footing.

It was a sort of power that I prayed he knew nothing about.

"We can stop," he suddenly whispered, his voice deep and rumbling even as he pressed closer, forcing me a step back. Why was I backing away? I gulped, throat dry as I tried to look anywhere but his eyes - his eyes that were like thunder and rain cloud and fresh snow all at once. He was hot, heat radiating from him even as the scent of steel and leather and clean, sharp soap flooded my nose. He smelled good, dammit. And I was dizzy.

Why was he so close?

"Stop?" I whispered back dumbly, blinking up at him as a rough thumb dragged along my bottom lip. There was a dark, desperate look to his eyes that was making me feel lightheaded.

His hands were nothing like anyone's that I had touched before. They were the hands of someone who held a sword like a merchant held a quill. I could feel the cut of them like the jagged edges of rock and they made me shiver as he cupped my neck, his lips drawing closer as his eyes lowered.

"I can control myself," he said but the words seemed to be more like he was trying to convince himself instead of me. "We can go to sleep and leave in the morning."

What was he talking about? I couldn't think straight. Anxiety and heat made my knees weak. What did I want? I was scared. Things were getting out of control and when he touched me.

I let out a squeak, blinking as he grasped my hip and dragged me into him like he didn't want one inch of space between is. He was hot and hard all along the front of me and a delicious heat flared through me as my nipples scraped along his chest. Why was he acting like this? Like a beast that had been poked one too many times?

"Tell me to stop," he growled and I gasped as his hand tugged on the strands of my hair, digging through the tangle of my braid. When had he wound his fingers into the strands? His eyes darkened even more as my lips parted, his head dipping further. "If you say the words then I will. Tell me, Willa."

I wasn't going to. I couldn't.

With a low growl, he forced my head to tip up, taking my bottom lip in a light bite before sucking away the sting. Almost against my own will, I parted my lips more for him, letting out a short moan as arousal sizzled through my stomach. I hate you, I thought angrily even as my fingers finally tangled in the soft, slightly damp curls at his nape, my back arching as I tipped into him. I hate you, I thought viciously even as his tongue pressed along mine and I felt his free hand grasp lower, hauling me into him with a hand to my butt.

Control, the scared part of my screamed and it was that fear that jolted me back to myself. I would not become one of the women that I had seen wandering from my father's chambers. I would not get lost in this man. This beautiful, dominant man. Clumsily, guiltily I pulled away, frantically pulling at the string keeping his girth contained. He was big I realized as he sprang free and another surge of fear stilled me again, allowing him to push my hand away and his grip to turn me back into his kiss. His shirt had somehow fallen to the ground along with his trousers.

"Slow, sweetheart," he breathed but even that sounded like a growl, his lips grazing mine. "We need to go slow."

Mutely, I shook my head. The Sept had told me that it would be less painful if my husband was small. How was this supposed to work? Why did he have to be so big? I just needed to get this over with. No feelings. No losing myself to the odd spell that he was casting.

"You taste so good," he growled, biting down on my bottom lip once more as his hand dragged up my back, hiking the nightgown up with it.

"Take me," I whispered, hating the way my voice cracked. Take me right now so that I can get the pain over with, I thought desperately.

Confusion lit his gaze, his brows furrowing. No. I couldn't have him stop. I couldn't face the light of the next morning without evidence that we had been coupled. My father would not accept the marriage. He would sit in a chair and watch us until we consummated the marriage. That frightened me more than anything that could happen tonight.

My hands shook as I untied the bows at my front, letting the material pool at my feet. The confusion was gone from Robb's eyes now. All that was left was a heat that made me flush, that burned me from the inside out and sent a jolt of arousal through me. Giving a growl, he stepped forward, his lips kissing along my neck as he leaned around me, curving us both as he hauled me closer. I could handle this, I thought dizzily, my eyes fluttering shut as I gave a low moan when the heat of his mouth found a sensitive spot beneath my ear.

He liked it when I made noise, I noticed distantly as he gave a responding growl. Control, the scared little voice piped up again. Stumbling back, I navigated our way to the bed, gasping as my knees hit the frame and we were falling.

"Take me," I repeated, cupping his face so that he would only see me, only see the plea in my eyes and not the quivering of my thighs.

Still, uncertainty lit his eyes. "Willa-"

I silenced him with a rough kiss, reaching down to lead him to my entrance. I knew this much. I knew that he had to enter here.

"Willa-" he tried to growl again, yanking his head away but I was already wrapping my legs around his waist, my nails digging into his backside and sending him jolt forward - sending him jolting into the dry heat of me. I jolted with him, alarmed at the sudden presence of his erection against my folds. Momentary panic gripped down on me as he let out a string of curses. "Willa, we need to slow down."

No. There was no other route. It needed to happen before I could think. Desperately, I grasped his face, my fingers grazing along the rough prickle of his stubble. "Please."

He let out another curse, pain momentarily flashing through those eyes of him before his head bent and I was being pushed into. Stretched. I blinked rapidly, tears springing to my eyes as he forced himself forward, breaking the barrier inside of me with a sharp stinging pain. And still more. When would he be all the way in. I gasped trying not to sob even as my body protested, the sting intensifying until I wanted to claw up his back. I wanted to make him bleed like I was.

Finally, I felt him bottom out, his balls hitting the curve of my ass.

"Ssshhh," he murmured into my hair, kissing my ear, my neck, my collarbone. And a part of me tore at the softeness there, the agony as he stared down at me.

I shook my head, closing my eyes. I didn't want his sympathy. I didn't want his softness and heat. I didn't want to feel any sort of desire to lay with him and feel his arms in the night. Because in the end, he would leave. He would grow older and tired of my kisses.

So I gritted my teeth and dug my nails deeper into his butt sending him jolting which in turn sent another zing of pain spiking through my gut.

"Willa," Robb growled, his whole body tense, his fingers digging into the sheets by my head as he leveled up to stare down at me. "We need to go slow. You need to adjust to me before-"

I tightened my leg, sending him grinding into me again and his eyes closing as he gave a groan. "Fuck, you're tight."

I gulped down a breath as he shook his head, leaning forward to press my lips to his. "It's okay, Robb. It's okay. I swear to you, it's okay."

After a moment, his jaw tight, he rolled his hips, forcing his way out before foraging back inside of me. Damn. I blinked back tears, digging my nails further into his back even as he hissed out a breath. It wasn't over quickly. His hips rocked into mine for much longer than I had thought. The Sept had prepared me for ten minutes - if that. Robb Stark lasted at least 20 minutes longer. I choked on a cry as his hips started to lose their tempo, slamming harder into me before he roared and I felt the warm spurt of his come filling me up.

Everything was quiet, the gentle rise and fall of his chest pressing into mine as he slumped, his fists twisting into the sheets. It felt a lot like he was trying to claw apart the sheets. Like he regretted every second of the time that he had just spent with me.

I tried not to think too much about the slash of pain that lanced through me at that realization. I gulped down another set of tears, this time a different kind of sadness then the one previously felt.

Silent and dark, he pulled out from me, his face closed off as he went and retrieved a washcloth to gently clean my thighs of blood. He was such a confusing man. He was an enigma. I shivered as he walked away, getting shakily to my feet and hurrying to crawl beneath the covers. I tried not to think too much about the blood that had seeped into the top layer of the sheets at the foot of the bed. I tried not to think about the silent weight of Robb Stark as he flipped the covers back and crawled in as well.

We fell asleep facing away from each other that night, on opposite ends of the bed.

I woke that night to the comforting weight of massive arms wrapped around my waist, a hard body at my back and the warm breath of a sleeping man on my neck. My eyes fluttered and, half conscious I wiggled back into him, getting a resulting grumble of agreement in return before I drifted into darkness again.

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