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Three Scenes from the Married Life of Commander Samuel Vimes and Lady Sybil Ramkin by KannaOphelia for SassySnowperson
Fandoms: Discworld - Terry Pratchett
15 May 2021
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Carrot had laid a hand on his arm and said, "Think of Lady Sybil," and the red mist had receded, and he'd let his men arrest the bastard.
Now, he wanted to say: I needed to come home safe to you, with your burns and dragon shit and decency, and still be someone you could love, someone who could face you with pride, and that saved me from the Beast. Even if that had been something that came easily to say, they were surrounded by no longer Interchangeable Emmas.
He came forward and wound his arms around her waist, sliding them under the apron to encircle the thick waist, padded by comforting rolls of fat, spread his hands over the heavy expanse of velvet belly, leaned his head against her back. Sybil smelt of swamp dragon and sweat and expensive soap vainly competing against the other scents. Vimes was a small man who sought to make up for his size by barking and biting loudly, but with Sybil, he could allow himself to feel small, and lean into her bulk without fear.
As usual, he hadn't had to have said anything at all.