#yipha

Come Home to My Side on Ao3

Rated T 8,218 words

Reunions, Second Kiss, Heart-to-Heart, Body Worship, There Was Only One Bed, Romance, Dorks in Love, Rescuing drunken fiancées, Literal Sleeping Together

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Her plea was quiet, but seemed to fill the whole of the room. “Show me?”

“You are drunk,” he reminded her gently. “–and should sleep–we both should,” he added before yawning. He knew they were both tired, but she sounded so small, so lost, and he’d missed her dreadfully. He slid down to kneel at the foot of the bed in front of her. “But I am a terribly weak man for you. I…will show you what I can.”

Almost as if caught in a trance, Bertrand bowed his head down and rested his forehead against Yipha’s knee. His hands wrapped around the back of her leg, one cupping her calf while the other encircled her ankle after sliding the boot there free to drop to the floor. He could feel the warmth of her skin through the silk and was sure she could feel the gust of his breath as he exhaled shakily and just basked in the ability to be here together, to hold her in his hands, real and soft and bold and his. He held her like that, kneeling at her feet like she was a goddess and he her supplicant, until he felt a faint tremble in her leg and thin fingers reached out to brush his hair from his face. “You are beautiful,” he whispered, trailing his hands up just high enough to catch the top of her stocking. He rolled it down methodically, carefully sliding the fine fabric over her heel as he worked, and set it aside before reaching for her other boot.

(Placed after the events of Yipha’s AS questline.)