Sighing, Wendy sits next to Freed with ears covered, in an attempt to muffle the noises. It’s not working, she hates this. “ sometimes being a dragon slayer sucks. “ // PLS PROTECT HER.
@skydragn
     There, there.
     An arm would be wrapped around her so she could bury her face in the fabric of his coat if she desired to do so. He doubted it would assist her much, though it was all he could do right now except-
     "Would you like me to cast some soundproof runes around you?" Or us.
     Because he was sitting here with Wendy seeking shelter as though he wasn't indulging in naughty desires with his husband in his mind.
     As though he wasn't envisioning his lover and him in various positions and actions right this second.
                           Help.
