Warmth caressed her skin. A touch so lazy and soft it took her back to her youth, back to days lazing beneath the sun before civilisation was even established. Before life and its onslaught of torments had ruined her. She snuggled into this warmth, chasing it down.
The warmth came with gentle breathing, hard ridges of muscle and strong arms.
The warmth had no business being like this.
Fuck.
Alertness drifted through, along with it came reason.
The bastard got in the bed.
For this, she'd give him hell.
Directly disobeying my orders.
Whatever hell she'd give him, Seth had brought it upon himself.
"Seth? Seth wake up." She flicked his nose, shaking at his hold. But the bastard tightened it.
She could shake him off easily. With one jab to the ribs, the tracker would recoil and release her.
Instead, she continued to poke and flick him.
"Wake up tracker before I force you awake and we both know how that will end. In tears."
He brushed her touch away with the same casualness one would a fly.
"Cram it Fal."
She gaped. Half-awake or not, the tracker had lost his damn mind. "Do you need me to count you down?"
They both knew what that meant.
In some way or another, Fallon would bring him pain.
Seth didn't like pain.
Most of the time.
"Fine. Whatever. I'm awake. You have my attention."
He blinked lazily, brown eyes still tired and struggling to focus. He was like a puppy waking up, still trying to crawl into its owner's warmth.
He blinked once, twice, staring down his body to where she laid, his eyes finding hers with a sleepy ease. "Is something wrong?"
"I told you not to get on the bed."
He rolled his eyes and huffed. "Damn it Fal. I thought you were waking me up for something important."
"This is important. I told you not to."
"And I didn't listen. Can I go back to sleep now?" He nuzzled his head into her neck, hands tightening around her body.
"What part of don't get on the bed did you not understand?"
"My body was aching," He murmured against her neck. "The floor made it worse. Besides, you weren't complaining when you used me as a mattress."
Her blood ran cold.
"What are you talking about?"
"You think I put you here? No, Fal. It was like magnetism. The pull was too much for you."
"You're saying that I put myself here? No. I don't think so."
Fallon didn't snuggle. She lived in a state of awareness. Even in sleep she was ready to pounce. Snuggling was just not Fallon. Not after her lesson.
"Doesn't matter what you think. That's what happened."
"You're lying." It was the only answer that made sense.
"Why would I lie?"
"Because it's in your nature."
"No lies here."
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Moral Compass
Storie d'amore"I don't believe that untouchable act you've got going for a minute by the way. You can't be this calm and collected about everything." Seth the tracker had a wee bit of a reputation. One he was proud of, thank you very much. So what if he was a lou...
