Lori huffed with a shake of her head, but there was little she could do to stop a small smirk from curling at the corner of her lips as he lifted her. She'd allow him to, not only because her limbs still ached but because she found she actually enjoyed the feeling of being cradled against his chest like that.. Being vulnerable with him felt..
safe.
"I can handle myself, and those
shitheads.. If I get special treatment from the General... I don't want special treatment, Sid." she told him as her fingers combed into his hair with a mischievous glint in her eyes..
"Not out there, anyway...." she grinned.
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The bath water was cold by the time she finally stepped out and into a plush towel. As promised, they shared breakfast, and she stole glances at him over sips of her coffee, the little bubble of intoxication surrounding her growing with every passing moment. The way he'd held her, the way he breathed her name, and the way he looked at her made her weak in the best possible way. It was desire, adoration, and an inexplicable connection that she had never experienced before.
Losing herself in moments with him was like finding something she hadn't realised she had been missing. She thought these things, but only her gaze and her smile could relay the things she felt. She'd never been good with emotional stuff.
She cleared her throat, forcing her gaze from his face with a sheepish blush, and tried to track her mind back to anything but the thought of going back to bed..
"That female at the market.. The one who told me to go see her.." she frowned softly. "Could she really sense pain?"