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“You keep saying I’m an open book to you,” Myst began one evening when they were relaxing by the fire in the kitchen.
They sat on a small pile of cushions she had brought and a thick layer of blankets around her as she sat, legs crossed over his lap. She had initially offered to share the blankets but he didn’t need them, and she would claim to shrivel in any cold breeze. It was certainly a pleasant way to spend a calm winter evening.
Widukind raised his hand to run his fingers through her hair. “You are, mo chroí,” he replied with a smile that he knew would make her shiver for completely non-temperature related reasons. “Completely.”
“So would you say,” she continued in a teasing tone that he knew very well. “That I am not at all… mysterious ?”
He met her sparkling emerald eyes with his steel blue ones as straight faced as she had ever seen him. “That was absolutely terrible.”
She pouted and leaned towards him but he turned his head away, denying her for the moment. “Aw, did I make a mystake ? Should I-”
Her groan inducing attempt at word play was interrupted by him twisting his hand in her hair to angle her head how he wanted as he claimed her lips. It was always the best way to stop her talking, as he had found very early in their relationship. Even with this distraction though, he could feel her laughter bubbling up and he couldn’t help but chuckle as well. When they finally parted she sighed and grinned as she lay her head on his chest.
“You’re an idiot, mo chroí.”
“Only for you, Sweeting.”