#fromfandral

      Iðunn snickered at his quick retort,     quietened only briefly by one more    stolen kiss. She leaned into it,  her hand cupping his cheek as she allowed    it to linger a moment longer.        She retracted her touch as he drew back,    making no such effort to rise but stretching languidly amidst the furs.       “I    should think I’ve proven myself a more than capable student,”              she    remarked in jest. “And judging by YOUR moans,   I’d say I’m your favourite    student at that.” She sounded smug,     lashes dipping low in coy pretense    even if she’d never been one for modesty.    “---        I’m not one so easily    impressed.”

"So.. Was it good?"

“I’ve had nightmares all my life, but they’ve been really bad recently.”

"The view really is spectacular. ”

“You look like shit.”

“Is that my shirt? That’s my shirt isn’t it….”

“You ran away once stop asking me to untie your hands.”