The midnight air hung heavy inside the small wooden house. Judas lay perfectly still in the darkness until the warnings from Nibble barraged his mind. It was followed by a confirming squeak from Nubble that echoed purely in his thoughts.
His eyes snapped open. Judas inhaled slowly, and his chest expanded against the soft weight pressing down on him.
He looked down.
Ezra was fast asleep in his arms. Her face was buried in the crook of his neck, and her breath was hot and steady against his skin. Her usually stoic features were completely relaxed, softened by exhaustion and the aftermath of their intense intimacy.
She looked defenseless. Beautiful.
His gaze traveled lower. The blankets were tangled around their waists, leaving their upper bodies exposed to the cool night air. But beneath the sheets, they were still connected.
His member was still buried deep inside her. They had fallen asleep like that, locked together in the lingering aftermath of their pleasure.
