She padded to his study, wearing nothing but his shirt. It did little to protect her from the cold. Shivering, she followed the source of light and heat, standing in the door way.
Kelsier, dressed in a dressing gown, stared at the fire, glass of wine in his hand. He noticed her immediately. Hair falling about his shoulders, spike-head glinting with the fire light, he looked incredible. A monolith of masculine identity.
“Mauve?” He stepped forward. “You look cold.”
“I am.” She shivered, arms wrapped around herself. “Why aren’t you in bed?” He took two strides towards her, opening his robe. He wore nothing underneath; just bare skin. She felt herself tingle at the sight of him. He enveloped her in the robe, closing it around her, trapping her in warmth. She pressed herself to his body, sucking in a shuddering breath. This. This was perfection. She felt every curve of his body, pressed against his most vulnerable areas. He held her close, swaying in place as she wrapped her hands, cold as they were, around him.
He truly loved her. This wasn’t just a fling to him. Rusts…Kelsier actually loved her. He kissed her temple.
“What woke you?”
“I dunno.” She looked up at him. “Guessing you not being there.” He grunted.
“Sorry. I couldn’t sleep. Didn’t want to wake you with my tossing, but well. Guess I did anyways.” She smiled, kissing his chin.
“Just come back to bed.” He hesitated.
“How about the couch?” She looked to where he did; a plush couch sat against the far wall, draped in blankets and soft cushions.
“Why do I get the feeling that's where you usually sleep?” She teased. She let go of him, stepping out of his arms. The room was warm with the fire. She heard him suck in a breath as she stepped towards the couch.
“You wouldn’t be wrong.” He smiled. “Hell, Mauve. You’re stunning.” She felt a burst of excitement at that.
“So are you. Come on then. I know you need to sleep. We’ve a busy day tomorrow.”
