Herbalists' Cache but my aching soul

gjalla barely had time to savor her victory with an indignant laugh before he dragged her down with him, yanking her flush against him with all the force of a trap snapping shut. She let out herself go willing, belly to belly with the man, laughing all the while.

"oaf—!"

his laughter made it difficult to stay mad. she wanted to be mad, wanted to summon something mean and bare her teeth just for the sake of it, but she cannot bring herself to. a cold nose brushes against her ear, her cheek. 

our children.

her lips curled at the notion, the challenge sparking in her eyes before she could stop it. "forbid me?" she scoffed, breath still coming quick. "a dirty fighter is a smart fighter," she nipped against his jaw, "they would be better for it," she muttered against his skin.

Her fight eased just slightly, just enough to let him press another kiss—wherever he pleased.