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He kissed her, running his lips against the hollow of her throat, following the shaky lines of her tattoo, somewhere near the tip of two headed eagles wing, he found her pulse, she inhaled sharply and hissed out something
“Pardon?”
“I said feth..” She grinned, all sharp canines and wild eyes
“Rawne’s rubbing off on you..”
She laughed, her laugh was always good to hear, He was good he could make her happy, amidst everything.
“The Major and I have been spending a lotta time together..” She looked at him through her eyelashes, teasing him “Not in a nice tent like this though.”
Being a Colonel-Commissar had it perks, and being romantically involved with one had more, Leta had learnt this long ago, not only was Ibram Gaunt one of the most handsome men she had ever seen, he was a gentle, caring gentleman, not to mention a generous lover, and with all these amazing qualities, he got living quarters with semi hot water and a actual bed.
Elim and her had been making due with a single cot, thank the Throne Feygor was a heavy sleeper.
“That's why I’ll never promote him…I have to have something he doesn’t to keep you around.” His voice was low, it vibrated against her skin
“You have other things to keep me around, Ibby..”
With deft fingers she untucked his shirt and ran her hands up his abdomen, across his scar in a way that made him shudder, he grazed his teeth across her pulse and tightened his grip on her waist.
She ran her nails over the lines of his muscles, over old scars, no doubt leaving lines of red on his skin as she did so.
She used her free hand to move his head so they were face to face, placing her palm against his cheek, she smiled, feeling the stubble.
“You’re worth sticking around for, understand?”
The kohl around her eyes was smudged, the whites of her eyes bloodshot, with dark circles due to lack of sleep that were almost purple, for a split second he imagined her as someone else, still Leta but a Leta who doesn’t have to be part of the Tanith, as his wife who he comes home too, his wife that is safe from all the lasfire and death.
He blinks the thoughts away, if he thought like that it’d drive him insane.
“As are you, my love.”
He stood up straighter, and rested his forehead against hers
“Now, shall we move this to the bed?”
“A proper mattress?” She grinned “You spoil me, sir.”