They lay under one blanket. Not that he needed any necessarily, he could not get cold, but it made him feel warmer inside when she was so close to him. It was delightful to touch her body and feel her heartbeat after he ate her out.
They were both lying on their right sides. He was behind her, so he allowed himself to put his left hand on her waist. It was intimate, but whatever, so was sex. If she didn't like it she could easily turn around, but she didn't.
"Wear a gown next time, it'll be easier for me," he said.
"You wouldn't prefer me to sleep naked?"
He moved even closer, embracing her.
"I would. But I don't want you to get cold." Only after he's said that he noticed he was whispering in her ear.
"If you promise to keep me warm, I can undress," she answered.
"I promise." What was it about lying under the same blanket that made her behave so… flirty? Anyway, he liked it a lot.
She moved to a half-sitting position and quickly took off her clothes, smiling at his reaction, which he imagined must've been worth a laugh. The moment she moved back under the cover he closely embraced her with his both arms and buried his head in her neck, breathing in her smell. Maybe it wasn't the most comfortable position for him, but he could not imagine a better way to go to sleep.
Normally he wouldn't fall asleep so fast, but the softness of the featherbed and her soothing smell made him more relaxed than he usually was at night. He dreamed of nothing. Most nights he was dreaming about Snow, but now she was right next to him.
It turned out he was a lighter sleeper than he thought, because he was awakened by a disturbance from her side of the bed. He had no idea how much time had passed, but they were not cuddled up together anymore and she turned to the other side, now he could see her face. Snow was breathing heavily and her heartbeat was that of a person in danger. It was very unsettling.
As he was looking at her with worry, she opened her eyes and quite quickly got back to normal.
"I get nightmares sometimes, ignore it" she said and closed her eyes.
He moved in her direction to embrace her again without saying a word and she let him. He had some suspicions about what she could've been dreaming about, but maybe he was wrong. He wanted to know, but he did not plan on asking about it.
Now she had her head on his collarbone and he preferred it to hugging her from behind, not only because she wasn't weighting on him, but not getting a numb arm was a nice bonus. He loved having her face so close to his own and he loved looking at her hair scattered over his chest. And her smell was just as captivating as before. Okay, he has found a better way to sleep.
He started caressing her naked body and this time he deliberately fought against somnolence to make sure she would fall asleep peacefully. It's not like he could do anything for her, but he wanted to kind of guard her in this way just for himself.
In the morning he was woken up by her movement. She was getting up and he had a moment to enjoy how she looked like in the bright sunlight coming from behind the curtains.
"Were you warm?" he asked, still lying in the bed, with his arm spread in front of him, it was reminiscent of the position they had fallen asleep in.
She was taken aback. "Uhm, yes." She took her pajamas from the carpet and put them on. "Do you want breakfast?" Should he joke about eating her? Actually it could not be a joke.
"You don't want to stay in bed a bit longer?" he asked.
"We can come back to it later. What do you want to eat?" She was very official again. Very much unlike yesterday.
"Eggs? Whatever."
He got up and started dressing up. It wasn't gonna happen, at least now.
They were in the dining room. He was surprised by how many rooms she had for only one person, but he never understood rich people's lifestyle. The food was perfect. Obviously.
"Do you know you get yellow eyes in the dark? Do you do it on purpose?" Snow asked out of the blue after not saying anything for most of the morning.
He lifted his head from the plate and looked in her eyes.
"I don't think about it, but I see better in the dark this way. I guess I do it unconsciously. Is that a problem?"
"No. I kind of like it." He did not expect this.
"Really? I'm always told it's scary." He took a sip of steaming coffee she made for him. It was perfect as well.
She smiled carelessly. "I'm not scared of you."
"I know, but I never knew why." He didn't know any reason other than her being this amazing, brave, undefeated person he has fallen in love with.
"You're not that scary" she dismissed him and finished her sandwich. She started to loosen up again.
"Maybe not now, though the opinions are divided, but I would say back in the day I was rather scary. And you were unafraid even then."
She rested her head on her hand, unsure of the answer. "I only met you once."
"As did most of the people back then." There was no point of pretending like he was any different than he was.
"So why did you not kill me then?" She flipped the question, but he had an answer for her.
"I liked that you weren't afraid of me."
She looked at him with wonder in her eyes. "So that was the big secret?"
"Hard to say. It just impressed me."
She looked at him with curiosity and a little pride. Did she start to recognize that she never was just anyone to him?
"I remember being so done with everything. I was running away from the Adversary's army with my sister who was fucking my husband not that long before."
Ah, this whole story. There was one thing about it that was still on his mind from time to time.
"Are you still mad at her?" She looked in his eyes and he wondered if he wasn't asking too personal of a question.
She got tense for a millisecond and then relaxed.
"Not really. It was too long ago. And ultimately the earlier this marriage ended the better, I know now that he wasn't only cheating on me with Rose, it's just impossible." That's all he needed to know to ease his mind. Not that he didn't have a lot of follow-up questions though.
"And besides cheating was it good?" he wasn't entirely sure what he wanted to hear from her.
"It seemed good. I wanted to believe it was good. I really wanted it to be good." It was truly heartbreaking. "And it was sometimes. He taught me sword fighting. And he is handsome. And good in bed. I thought that was what good marriage looked like." So does she know now what she is looking for in a man? Is she open to it? Was he better in bed than her ex?
"But it wasn't good," he stated, trying not to look too interested.
"No. There was something missing. It just wasn't a good match." Snow finished her coffee before it got cold. Which reminded him to finish his own.
"And how do you know whether a match is good or not?"
"Have you ever been in a relationship?" There was some calm about her that made him enjoy this conversation even despite the fact that he was constantly worried about saying the wrong thing.
"Does fucking someone more than once counts as being in a relationship?" he asked.
"This way we would be a couple." And that's unthinkable.
"Then no."
"If you were, you would know what I'm talking about. And besides that I don't think he could be a good match for anyone. He's not a husband material." The discovery that she just liked bashing on her ex-husband made him really glad.
Maybe he could ask her a more concrete question if he could make it seem casual.
"So what makes someone a husband material? According to you."
"Loyalty, responsibility, thoughtfulness, I guess all the usual stuff."
"Being good in bed?" He managed to make her smile again.
"Yeah, that too. And what would you pick?"
"If I were looking for a wife?" This question struck him as really weird. He knew she was the only one for him. He never wondered if he had a type.
"If you were looking." He was looking at her.
"I don't know." He couldn't say 'fearlessness', it would be too obvious. "Confidence, independence, intelligence." It seemed to surprise her, maybe even impress her. "What did you expect?"
"No idea, actually. You don't seem like someone… I don't know. I think I didn't know that you're so… progressive." Interesting answer.
"I don't know how I am, I lived as a man for a few centuries now and I'm still behind when it comes to a lot of human stuff." Not that it wasn't true, but he was trying to derail the conversation a little.
"So let me tell you from experience that men usually don't value independence in women. Or intelligence. And especially confidence." There was so much hurt in her that he would love to fix, but he didn't know if he could or if she would let him.
"So you don't miss him." If she wanted to complain about him more, she was more than welcome. That would be better than discussing his dream girlfriend.
"No. But sometimes I miss having… someone." She said with wandering eyes and then looked at him "I'll take the dishes."
They did go back to the bedroom.
The moment she stepped inside the room, she took off her clothes and lay down on the bed waiting for him. Her body slightly delved into a thick and soft featherbed. "I believe your arm is better today."
"It's fine." He said while taking his shirt off, showing off his body with way less visible bruises than in the evening.
"Before you go, I'll change your bandage."
"Sure" he answered while unbuckling his belt.
He was almost completely naked when she asked: "I'm surprised that you still haven't complained once about not smoking here, it's been so many hours." He joined her on the bed.
"It's just us in here" he said when he started fingering her. "I smoke if there are too many smells." It wasn't a lie. It just wasn't the full truth either.
"That's great." He started touching her clitoris with his thumb. "I don't like how you smell after smoking."
"I'm sorry" he mumbled between kisses given to the light but rosy skin of her breasts. "But sometimes I can't deal without it."
He moved higher to kiss her lips. They were so tempting, soft and red. Kissing her was pure pleasure.
As much as he wanted to pretend it didn't bother him, supporting himself on his left arm wasn't the most comfortable, so he moved to his right side, turning Snow with him. She raised her right leg and lay her tight on his hip, giving him more access to her vagina.
"I know it's not as wet as you would like it to be, but I've just had my period. Get some lube from the drawer." She looked at the bedside table.
So he did and soon she was ready for him to enter. He didn't change the position they were in, he wanted to try it this way. She liked when he was above her, but this time he was wounded, so there was a reason to compromise.
To him it did feel great, as was easy to predict. He was really easy to satisfy. Unfortunately, he was getting an impression that she wasn't having the best time she could.
"It's not working for you, is it?" he asked.
"Not that it's bad, but it's the worst fuck I've had this month." It wasn't meant as a serious critique, but he started to stress anyway.
"You'd prefer me to go down on you? We can do that."
"Hmm, maybe I'll just turn…" She moved away a bit to turn his back to him. Now they were lying similarly to the way they've fallen asleep this night.
Now sex felt different, especially when she bent her back to push her hips his way, which not only made it feel better physically, but was also very, very sexy. He was kissing her neck and playing with her clitoris with his left hand, it did not take a lot more time for her to come.
"You're so beautiful" he started whispering in her ear almost involuntarily while doing his best to get her to her second orgasm. "And so hot. I love your body."
He was having a blast, but he noticed that despite his best efforts her orgasm sadly was not building up. It seemed like her body already relaxed too much. He stopped dragging it and sped up focused on his own climax.
"I'm sorry it ended so soon" he said right after shivers of orgasm ran through his body.
She turned back to his side. "I won't always have multiple orgasms, sheriff, stop worrying about it so much."
"I won't stop. I have one job." He kissed her temple.
"Pass me a tissue." He did. And took one for himself. "Did you have a good time?"
"You know I always do." After she was done wiping herself he embraced her again.
"And they say it's women who always want to cuddle after sex."
"You don't want to cuddle?" He moved aside just enough to look at her face.
She put her head on his collarbone. "I do. I just didn't take you for such a hugger."
"But do you like it?" It was kind of a shame that he could not see her face right now. He could still get her mood, but he just missed the ability to admire her ideal features.
"I assumed you'd be way less gentle and caring."
"But do you like it?" he asked again.
She didn't answer for a moment, but still was hugging his chest. "I'm starting to like it. Especially after sex when I get oxytocin brain."
"I like cuddling with you," he confessed.
"I guess my hot body is just so irresistible." Sure. "But I'm very much attracted to your body as well."
"What do you like about it?" He had a general idea, but he wanted to hear her talk about it.
"You're very masculine. I like your muscles, I like that you're strong." Her tone was very calm and she was taking her time. "I don't like it when you get into fights, but it's still hot in some way when you do. I like your facial hair, all body hair. Sometimes when you smile you show your teeth, they are uncommonly sharp, I like it too."
"Like the yellow eyes?"
"Yes. And I love your voice. It makes me wet." That was something.
"Really? Should I talk to you more while we fuck?"
"You can try that. At work it was always my greatest struggle when it comes to you, your voice is too sexy." So he wasn't the only one struggling. Unfortunately it wasn't very comforting.
"You have some other wishes?" He caressed her back.
"You can touch my nipples more before we do anything, it turns me on." She moved and now she was lying on him, her body touching him in a very pleasant way.
"Good to know." He started touching her hair.
"But don't touch them right after, they get too sensitive," she added.
"Noted."
"Do you have some wishes?" Just one.
"None. It's great" was his answer. "As much as I would love to stay longer, at one point I need to go to the arrest."
"Uhm" she mumbled. "Will you come back when you're done?" She sounded like she really wanted it, and it was so attractive.
"Sure, if you want me to." There could be no other answer and she knew it.
She moved up, supporting herself on her elbows. "I do. I made a promise to myself to not work this weekend and if you won't visit me that would mean a really boring two days." It was a shame she did not want to be on top during sex, he liked looking at her from this perspective so much.
"So working on a weekend makes for an interesting one?" He was still touching her hair. It was so soft and smooth. Was black straight hair the most attractive to him in general or did he adore it so much because Snow had it? He would probably never know.
"Kind of. Judge me if you want to, but I like working. I hate my job sometimes, but I still like working. I've no idea if you understand what I mean." He did in fact.
"I'm kind of the same, to be honest."
She was still hovering over him. "You like getting stabbed?"
"At the very least it's not boring."
"I guess you're right." She moved up and now she was sitting on him. "How soon do you need to go?" It wasn't a question, It was a proposition.
"I don't know." He smiled.
"Can you quickly go down on me before you do?"
"Certainly" he was more than happy to confirm.
"Could you go down on me right now?"
"Sure thing, boss."
