"A bit exhausted," she admits and slips under the covers with him.
They're his rooms, but the bed is familiar now, and the blankets, and the soft sounds of sleeping dragons, and the feel of his warmth and weight next to her. It's because of all those things that Lucy murmurs, reaching out for his hand and twining her fingers with his, "It is good to be home."
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Date: 2006-06-27 05:54 am (UTC)They're his rooms, but the bed is familiar now, and the blankets, and the soft sounds of sleeping dragons, and the feel of his warmth and weight next to her. It's because of all those things that Lucy murmurs, reaching out for his hand and twining her fingers with his, "It is good to be home."