Hearing Astrid's gentle voice from so close, Lyra noticed that it lacked both the playful, teasing laziness she usually used in private and the polished elegance she carried in public, with its subtle air of authority and distance. Instead, the soft whisper against Lyra's forehead was warm and tender, like honey gently melting into her heart.
"It's a bit hot… but I still want to hold you…"
Beneath the covers, smooth legs unadorned by stocking lightly overlapped.
Skin pressed to skin, they continuously passed their warmth to each other. The mellow afterglow of intimacy and the faint fragrance naturally exuded by their supple bodies flowing together through the room.
At this scene, Lyra suddenly recalled the path back at Elizabeth Academy of Magic, those nights when she and Astrid would leave the training tower together and walk back to the dorms.
