Combustible as the chemistry between them could be, that brush of her hand down his body brought nothing but a softer warmth with it as it found a place low on his stomach, dancing over muscle and the scattered constellation of scar tissue that made up the road map of his life. To feel her fingers brushing along the talon scars of a Loran palace guard while she kissed him, palm sealing against the jagged remnants left behind by the barbed blade of Tiberius of the Deep while she told him how good he felt...

"Nah. As mattresses go, I'm lumpy." he teased as her fingers found a place to rest on a swell of abdominal muscle. He kissed her once himself, then her forehead again, letting his fingers alternate between trailing through her hair and tracing the curve of her face, from the point of chin to the ridge of brow and back again.

"You make a damn good blanket, though." he sighed with a little smile, reaching down to cover her hand on his stomach with his free one. "Warm. S' nice to be warm without trying."

Inside and out. No white noise, no shadows, no plans to make or royals to analyze for the danger they posed to his king...just a beautiful woman that felt safe with him not because he could kill, but because he could hold her while she slept and love her, unchecked and unrestrained.