An Act As Old As Time
Thirty-Eight: Clay
I wake up still with Lyra in my arms, her soft snores making me smile. She is wrapped around me like she was the last time but I’m not scared of her anymore. I can feel her thigh on my hardness and I am actually enjoying it. I hear my stomach growl and realize that I really didn’t eat much last night. The grey dawn is starting to peak through the flap of the tent. I smile when I think of waking her up with breakfast waiting for her. I want to spend some time with her. Just the two of us. I get up slowly detaching her from me so I don’t wake her up. I smile down at her as I leave the tent.
I find Tabby already at the fire making some oats with fresh berries to top off the bowls. She looks up and smiles at me. “Well, you look happy. Did you finall
