#sprinken

Nose:What is your favorite perfume/candle fragrance?

Early morning. There wasn’t any need to be up, but the ability to sleep had flown out of the window. It wasn’t because of any ill reason, only that her body had enough rest for the evening. The room was still dark though, so any chance of her being able to find clothes without waking Sam was near impossible. Or maybe less impossible since he slept like a rock lately, but she didn’t feel like chancing it. She reached down and picked up what felt like the first shirt that was thrown to the ground and slipped it over her head.

Might as well make something to eat. She was feeling a craving for spicy food, it seemed.

A quiet as she could, she snuck into the kitchen, casually using her magic to soundproof the pots and pans. Tanwynn had set to work making her early breakfast. Perhaps halfway into her cooking, she felt strong yet limber arms wrapping around her waist. A low purr into her left ear, and a chin resting on her shoulder, she heard Sam mumbling to her, “Early riser, is that my shirt you’re wearing?”

Glancing down, she smiled and leaned back against her husband’s lithe form. “Seems to be that way.”

"Looks good." He chuckled and she heard a sniff, "What’s for breakfast?"

She'd decided to take a bath in the middle of the day. Sam had gone off for some more of his training and she didn't expect him to be back for a while. Even though their relationship was getting better each day, she still felt that pang of shyness whenever she was getting dressed or the idea of being intimate with him. Sinking into the warm water, she sighed audibly, letting her hands dangle over the edge of the tub, enjoying the cooling contrast of the slight draft of the room. She'd remembered, perhaps a little too late, that she had left some old bath salts in their room, grumbling as she decided to get them now or she'd never get around to it.

Sam still wasn't home, so Tanwynn decided to chance the opportunity to walk about the house in just her skin, forgoing the towel she could've easily reached for. By the time she was in the bedroom, she could feel most of the water had dripped away and she began her search for the lovely scented salts. So focused on her mission, her long ears had failed to hear the turn of the lock at their front door. A minute longer, and she soon heard a familiar voice, "What're you doing?"

She shrieked in surprised, hand clutching at the small container of the salts she had -just- found, and falling back onto her rear as she looked over at the doorway of the bedroom. Sam stood there and once he was sure she wouldn't throw a fireball at his head, he smiled sympathetically, "Need a towel?"

"A-ah, n-no!" She finally remembered some of her learned spells, and recalled one that she didn't think she would need at a time like this. Invisibility! Her body shimmered after a muttered word and disappeared, giving her enough time to get up and run her way back into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her before the spell finally wore off, "I thought you were out!"