You are lying on your bed, your legs hanging down and swinging. Of course, you wil get to talk to him tomorrow. But that will be in the company of his band of goons again and however charming he turns out to be, those men are making you feel uncomfortable. Maybe he will be even more open and honest and fun when you are alone.
And you want him like that, because...because you need to know the reliable men in your army. For a later strategical use. Yes, that is surely it, nothing else.
Fine, you will sacrifice your highly important sleeping time and go talk to him some more, as it seems so logical. You jump off the bed, straighten your dress and for some reason check your hair in the mirror. The braids are nice and all, but you could use some comfort too. You loosen your hair and shake it up. Feels much better.
You quietly and slowly open the door and then scream so loudly, the mirror is lucky to stay in one piece. As you opened the door, you saw a face just outside your door, staring back at you. That face is now looking awkward and surprised. Not exactly what you expect from someone who has seen so much battle and danger of all kinds.
"Uh..hello?" mumbles Broderick outside your door.
"What are you doing here? Are you spying on me?!" It's the middle of the night and the town is eerily quiet. Even if you are yelling at him angrily, you whisper it.
"What? No!" he whispers back. "I forgot to give you something so you can defend yourself." he takes out a dagger with a wolf motife on it, handing it to you.
"What am I supposed to do with this!? If someone came into my room, he'd probably stab me with it. And defending me is your job, anyway!" you quietly shout at him.
"Well, you can hardly slide me under your pillow, now, can you?" he bites back.
"I suppose I can't" you say. Few moments of intense angry staring pass, before you throw your arms around each other and start kissing passionately and deeply. Not wanting to break the kiss off, so you don't have to deal with the consequences. He slides his hand down your back and squuezes your butt, while your tongues dance over one another. Your dress moves up, showing off a bit of your almost bare bottom underneath. Finally, your lips part with a loud wet smack, his hand still on your ass. Both of your heartbeats are racing, your knees are involuntarily shaking and you have no idea what to say now.
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