Shadow of the Prophecy

Ch. 14 - The Whole World, it is Sleeping, but My Whole World is You

Theodore Sallow

Christmas Holiday Break

Theo could not recall the last time Sallow Hall had felt like a home. Still, it had met all of the requirements of what he had envisioned for their first night together, and Helena had asked. He had been hesitant, but the moment they had apparated into his room and he had seen Helena standing beside his bed, his whole perspective had shifted.

Sallow Hall may not have felt like a home before, but that did not mean that could not be changed. The Estate was his, now, and so was Helena.

He wakes before her in the morning, wrapped around her in his bed. They had shifted in the night from laying on their sides to Helena tucked underneath him and Theo draped over her back. Theo worries he is crushing her, but Helena makes a soft sound of discontent and burrows her way back under him when he attempts to move. Cold, perhaps. Helena has mentioned several times that Theo is warm, so Theo takes stock of the temperature of the room. The fire is still going in the hearth due to an incantation to add more logs when it dies down. Sallow Hall is large, but the sandstone walls do well enough at retaining heat. His assessment tells him that the room is pleasant enough, but when he moves again, Helena makes another sound of displeasure until he lays his weight back on top of her. A contented sigh makes him chuckle in amusement.

Theo slides the hair trapped beneath him out of the way so that he can kiss the back of her neck. "I have to get up, love."

If they intend to stay at Sallow Hall for a few days, then Helena will be needing some personal items and Theo will have to ensure that Basil is up to the task of taking care of Emily in their absence. There is little room for doubt that Basil was looped in on Helena's plans from the previous night, but he finds he doesn't have the heart for annoyance. Gathering Helena's things and taking care of their cat will be suitable for punishment. Theo once again makes to get up, but Helena catches his arm.

"Stay," Helena whispers. She is still groggy and half asleep, but her tone is timorous.

Theo smiles softly. "You need not worry, Lena. I will return."

She shakes her head slowly, face buried in the pillow and hair tousled, and clutches his arm tighter. Theo sighs. Anne will be home soon, and he is sure to receive a lecture about appearing in the middle of the night ahead of schedule, without notice, and with an unexpected guest. It would be preferable to have time to mentally prepare for the lecture before it comes. His hips shift, and a muffled whine comes from Helena. He pauses in concern that she is feeling sore, but takes a sharp breath when she raises her hips and rocks up into him. It has an immediate effect, and Theo wonders belatedly how they are ever to get anything done if this keeps up. If he is not careful, they'll end up in bed for the remainder of the holiday. Helena rocks her hips again, and Theo decides whatever lecture Anne can conjure up will be worth meeting unprepared.

"Asking for something, dearest?" Theo bends forward to speak softly in her ear as he grinds his hips down, effectively pinning Helena to the bed.

His name meets his ears on a whimper, and Theo smirks. Not quite the answer he is looking for, though his name sounds lovely in the syrupy timbre of drowsiness. Still so tired from their lovemaking.

Theo hums in intrigue. "Would you like me to help you sleep?"

He chuckles when Helena again whines and attempts to lift her hips.

She is still slick with arousal and their joined fluids from the night before, so Theo enters her again without much need for preparation. They both moan in harmony; their breaths an acapella as Theo sets the pace. He is less careful than the night before, but Helena does not indicate any discomfort, so he keeps his thrusts deep and measured. He lifts her hips higher to snake a hand under her and between her legs, and the adjusted angle makes Helena cry out as Theo's thrusts become that much deeper.