Théo and Éomer: Your love is better than ice cream ...

We have spent most of afternoon in Karl’s barn, blankets spread out on fresh straw, bodies entwined together, but the seasons have changed, and when we wake, the night is cold and we head back to the house. Ire is already asleep on one of the couches, wagging his tail as we enter and make a fuss of him before we head off for a shower.

The hard jets of streaming water soon warm us, and your hands are slippy with soap on my skin as we wash each other. You get that look in your eye that I know so well, and I grin back at you …

I cooked up all the steak that Karl had left in the fridge, which proved far too much for even the two of us, so I cut what was left into strips, and fed it to Ire who was camped out under the table. Later, warm, clean and well fed, we leave the kitchen and you take my hand and tug me towards the bedroom. I pull you close and kiss you, never tiring of the taste of you, the feel of your lips against mine. I kiss your neck and murmur against it. “Go through to the bedroom and lie face down on the bed. I will not be long.” You pull away and look at me. I smile back at you, a teasing look in my eyes.

( No commands Mer, not tonight. Just a whim. )

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