Sera
I dropped the heavy wool blanket. It pooled on the floor next to the chair.
I straddled his thick thighs. The thin cotton of my sleep tunic rode all the way up to my hips. My bare thighs pressed directly against the rough, dark wool of his pants. I rested my knees on the edges of his chair.
He settled his hands firmly on my hips. His large thumbs rested just under my hip bones.
I let out a long, shaky breath. I rested my hands flat against his broad chest. I could feel his heart beating with a slow, incredibly heavy rhythm under his grey shirt.
"Your feet are freezing," Fenris grunted. He felt the icy temperature of my skin pressing against his legs.
"The corridors are cold," I said.
I looked at his face. The orange firelight cast deep shadows across his rugged features. He looked exhausted. The dark circles under his pale eyes were heavy.
"Why are you awake?" I asked him quietly. "You sit at this desk and sharpen a knife that is already sharp."
Fenris stared at my mouth for a second. Then he looked up into my eyes.
"I sit at this desk and try to figure out how I am going to survive the next three days," Fenris answered bluntly.
"Are you worried about Chief Vane?" I asked. "Are you worried the council is going to figure out the Kael disguise?"
"I don't give a fuck about Vane or the council," Fenris stated. His voice was completely flat.
He moved his hands. He slid his large palms up the sides of my bare thighs, his calloused skin dragging roughly against my flesh. He stopped right at the hem of my thin sleep tunic.
"I am worried about you," Fenris said.
"I am fine," I told him.
"You are not fine," Fenris corrected me immediately. He didn't raise his voice. He spoke with absolute certainty. "You watched me break a man’s neck You ordered it. You stood in the snow and watched him burn. Now you are awake in the middle of the night, shivering in my lap."


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