She laughs. She cannot help the way it seems to escape her throat. She recalls the story of the wolf spiders, though her recollection is perhaps a little different, coming from the children as it had. But then, she had never found the spiders particularly fearsome either. It seems that their children had gotten that from her. And the way they had known it was their father they must beg it from and not her.
If it had been her, they would undoubtedly each have their very own as a companion right now. Though, in hindsight, she realizes just how chaotic that might have made things. It is likely better they did not.
“Do packs of furry spiders really make such a brave and handsome and noble protector so nervous?” she murmurs, dark eyes alight with her humor. “I would never have thought it.” Another laugh, a soft chuckle this time as she peers at him, falsely demure.
As his lips find her cheek, she presses close. After a breathless moment, her own mouth finds the hollow of his throat, gentle and teasing. And more. So much more. “Perhaps it is I who should be saving you,” she whispers into his throat, smiling against his skin where he could feel it rather than see it. Her breath is warm, heart thudding inside her chest, made wild by his nearness. “And convincing you to run away with me.”
- noel
@[Nashua]