There and Back Again Ch. 111-112

I felt him soften and slip out of me as I sat collapsed against his chest, catching my breath. When I could breathe normally again, I pressed a soft kiss to the bite mark I'd left on his shoulder, and his breath hitched.

"I'm sorry."

He chuckled. "You need to stop apologising for things that aren't your fault." He rubbed the sore spot ruefully. "Though I'm going to milk this for all it's worth, just so you know."

I laughed and swatted him, then groaned as I climbed to my feet, my hips sore. "In private, I should hope."

"Well, yeah – it would be a shame to survive the battle with the Archdemon only to be killed by your brother for discussing our sex life where he could overhear."

I raised one eyebrow in mock irritation. "Never mind that - it would be a shame not to have a sex life to discuss, if your wife was displeased by your public bragging."

He paled. "You wouldn't."

"I might."

His frown morphed into a mischievous grin. "Then I guess I had better show you why you don't want to do that."

I threw a linen dress over my head without smalls, and sauntered past him as I collected my things. "Then you'd better hurry, unless you want me to start without you."

I shrieked in laughter as he made a grab for me, and then darted, laughing, out of the tent, leaving him to get dressed and follow; instead of running back to our own tent, however, I ran smack-dab into my brother. He looked at me, confused; his expression cleared up to a mixture of amusement and disgust as I tossed him the shower head.

"Your turn!"