Mature: Desert Moon

[Emora Deen]

Tenele went to Tenara's room and peeked inside. She was curled in her bed with her favorite doll and the covers pulled up over her. Talon was sitting in an extremely small chair, his feet stretched out in front of him, still wearing one of her dresses.

"Hey," she whispered, nudging him.

His red gaze flashed open. He already knew she was there before she touched him. "Have a good night?"

Tenele nodded. "Go on home. Thank you."

"No problem," he muttered. He slipped out of her dress, draping it over the small chair, before heading for the door. He gave Vlad a wave and then let himself out.

Tenele closed Tenara's bedroom door gently and stripped off her clothes. She jumped into bed, climbing under the covers and wallowing until she found a comfortable spot, then she held out her arms for her husband.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad made quick work of his clothing. He eased into the bed with her and trapped her handily in a cage of limbs. Her mind stood like a safety wall inside his head. Gratitude and relief eased from his mind to hers as he nuzzled into the crook of her neck, watching over her heartbeat like a protective wolf.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele sighed pleasantly, all tangled in him. There was no safer place on earth. "Good night," she murmured faintly as the heaviness of sleep stole her under. Her presence in his mind grew quieter as her breathing evened out and her grip loosened around him.

[Soran Nightblade]

They woke up the next morning to the sound of bugles outside the castle. Vlad perched up on an elbow to ponder the fanfare. Then he remembered the visitors from Hiras. "Queeny's got guests today."

[Emora Deen]

Tenele groaned and rolled over, pulling the covers over her head for a moment. "I better get up and give Tenara her bath. I'm sure Talon didn't give her one last night. She'll want to go adventuring for the visitors today." She sat up and stretched her arms, smiling at the feel of him still inside her mind.

She was about to get out of bed when she tackled him back onto the mattress and kissed him. "You are too comfortable to leave..." Tenele sat up, running a hand through her hair to push it from her face, and slipped to the edge of the bed again.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad smirked as she approached the edge of the bed. She would feel his sinister glee just a second before he pounced and dragged her back down into the sheets with him, a heavy leg draped over her waist.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele laughed wiggling beneath his strength. She would have tickled him, if he were ticklish. "Are you keeping me prisoner?" she asked him, settling back against the sheets after an exhausting attempt to slip away.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad smiled lazily. "Yes, you're mine," he purred, stroking a hand along her bare shoulder. "Queenie put me on the bench for this one, so I feel no rush to go greet our esteemed visitors."

[Emora Deen]

Tenele smirked. "She benched you?" Her hand fluttered up and down his side and along the curve of his hip, over the thigh that had her pinned down. "It's selfish, but I don't feel disappointed in this decision at all. I get to have you for an evening and now all day. I feel spoiled." Tenele curled in and pressed a feather light kiss to his stomach, just below his pecks. "It will make Tenara happy to have another day with her father, too."

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad's lips twitched in a lazy grin. He drew his arms over his head, stretching out his chest. Being connected to Tenele gave him the pleasant nostalgia of how stiff and exhausted it felt to be human after a night of revelry.

Maybe it wasn't all her. The ceiling above them had a red-cast hue to it. That blood shield had been a rather ostentatious use of power. In fact, he'd never cast one so large before.

So maybe Sinead wasn't *completely* wrong. It was possible he had some things to deal with. "Spending the day with Tenara sounds nice," he murmured, stretching again.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele liked the way his muscles moved when he stretched. She set her jaw tight though, and didn't push for anything other than cuddling... even if he was being enticing without meaning to.

She pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I love you," she whispered to him, brushing her finger tips along his neck and shoulder.

She spared a glance to their bodies all tangled together on the sheets. "Do you think it will always be like this? Will we always want eachother so much... There is no denying that I will always want you... But, will you find me as desirable when I'm old and wrinkly?" She snickered. "When my breasts are at my knees and my bones crack with every move I make." It was a horrific mental image.

Tenele didn't want to get old... But, it was inevitable. He'd never turn her, they'd already had that argument.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad blinked. "You're going to get old? Yew." He stuck out his tongue.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele smacked him in the shoulder. "Yew, yourself," she muttered and settled back in the sheets. Tenele pursed her lips together, not wanting to really say anything else about the subject. It just made her think of things, like him finding a pretty young lover when he was bored with her old useless body. For now, she'd have to keep him entertained with the assets she had.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad rolled to his side and played with a strand of her silken hair. "You will still have the same smile. You will look at me with the same eyes. Even if you lose your desire for me over time, It makes no difference to me. I have gone hundreds of years without sex before. Your love is what makes me whole. That I would not live without for anything."

[Emora Deen]

Tenele smiled slowly at him, curling an arm around the back of his neck and pressing her lips to his. "I will love you for all time. No matter what," she whispered to him. She kissed him again. "Luckily, I won't be losing my desire for you any time soon. If anything, I'm trying very hard to keep it at bay. There are a hundred things I should be doing, but I don't want to leave you, and I don't want to leave this bed."