"Nat," a voice like a morning bird.
"Nat," a kiss with a refreshing spell flowed into his veins, seeping into his exhausted cells. "Nat!"
He opened his eyes to that whining voice, his lips stretched by themselves at the adorable little pout above him.
"You said you won't stop!" Valen whined, grasping his nape and shooting even mode rejuvenating mana inside him.
"Just a bit of rest, mm?" Natha held the smaller man, who as usual, possessed a never-ending stamina unbefitting his stature. "I'm not sleeping or anything."
"Liar!"
That adorable pout again. Natha chuckled and pulled the human--who looked more like a druid every day--to lay on top of him, peppering the fair shoulder with more kiss marks. He heard the sound of a disappointed sigh, and fought the urge to bite the naughty little minx in his embrace.
