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Loud squeals

Some growling

The sound of tearing fabric

BANGING

This was getting a little too domestic.

"We've not tried out the bed for anything but sleeping yet. How can we be sure it's sturdy enough?"

"I'll be wanting a travel companion to the sea in exchange."

They were headed that way, and things weren't as safe in this world as they could be elsewhere.

Besides, it might irk him having a travel companion.

"Still. The food you have eaten for most of your life is different to the food I have eaten. And even now, I would still prefer fresh bread and perpetual stew to a burger, or whatever else the people of the city eat."

Things on sticks or in paper wraps, mostly.

“Six seven….”

“As the annoying, not quite adult humans say.”

"Although if I mind back, noodles are just flour and egg. Or water."

That was pasta.

"Mibbe what I need is a few books. Or to have you cook."

"You know, I'm no allergic to iron. It's weird how everyone thinks that I am."

She laughed, taking her vegetables to the water pump for washing.

"You'll have to teach me to make the foods you like to eat, all I know is tavern fare. Stews. Which just means put things in a pot and simmer it." -

She appeared from the small garden, her apron being used as a basket to hold a small harvest.

"This sort of work suits you, ye' ken. I would never have thought it."

Admiring the pile of wood he'd split, and the way the work had primed his body, she nodded.

"I need a wok."

"Where is my favourite creature?" @cycleofthewerewolf.bsky.social

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Soon.

Now that is something she can help with.

She’d picked up many skills over the years.

“It’s starting to feel cosy in here, almost domestic.” She teased. “Just for the winter, aye?”

She’s been wallowing in the hot springs all day. But that’s the price of last nights joy with @cycleofthewerewolf.bsky.social

And she doesn’t regret a single second of it.

"You better not be greedy, now."

"I think that would be a worthy celebration, don't you?"

He didn't have to explain himself. She wanted to indulge him. She wanted to kiss him in the moonlight and share in the excitement he felt.

The dagger was slipped away to the space beside her bow, within reach when she needed it. And also stored safely so it wouldn't injure him accidentally.

The redhead stepped closer, both arms wrapping around him.

"Then I will wash you, and tonight we will run and hunt under Luna on four paws." -

"Women are fine in their own way. I lean more towards beings with the power to raze worlds to the ground."

"Well now, a gift such as this deserves something in exchange. You'll have to bide yer time for a bit while I think on it."

She finally lifted her gaze back up to meet his.

"You need a bath, and I have a want to soap you up."

For a moment her gaze moved to the blade, contemplating if it could end her, too.

There was a time not too long ago where she might have put a test to that thought with an immediate thrust. But things had changed, hadn't they?

She had plans now.

"I see." -

"Aye, his cock is fine, too. But mostly it's the blades."

"But they do taste good."

"I love it when a man gives me a blade that can end him."

Skilled fingers flicked the dagger in a way to make the blade soar upwards before she caught the hilt. Part teasing, part flirting, and just a little bit of showing off.

"It looks a fine edge to slice through stems, but you have something else in mind, don't ye?"

“You used to be one, didn’t you?”

Then she took his hand in hers and brought it to her lips, gently kissing his palm.

“And if I were to thrust this into your heart, dear one? Would it end you, or just drive you mad with pain?”

Not that she would…

Though she might.

The knife should need cleaning after what it had been through, yet the gore seemed to slip off it with no trouble at all. Like it didn’t want any part of him to remain now that it had been pryed away.

Ailsa watched his hand as much as the dagger. Waiting for it to heal. -

"Humans, you mean. Humans have weird tastes."

Carefully gripping the blade, she tried to lift it free. Damn thing was trying to fuse to the damaged flesh. For a moment she thought she might have to cut it free, until she touched the hilt. Her finger dug in, curving under and she finally had a decent enough grip to tear it free.

Her nose wrinkled a little, while it didn't smell as such, there was the suggestion that it should.

"Not silver, no."

Iron. But only from her own world. She'd tricked a few people that way. When they ran at her with pokers and she made the pretence of fear. -

Who doesn't?

“You gonnae show it me, or just keep up the mystery?”