With the warmth of Taylor wrapped around his side, protecting his bruises and scrapes, Leif looked over Taylor committing every inch of naked flesh against him.
He found her absolutely fascinating. He had regretfully not bothered actually taking every moment to assess her entirely, but now here, unable to sleep, he took his pleasure as the dim light washed over the both of them.
Leif reached over with a forefinger softly tracing her fingers then down her delicate neck to the little hollows that he had discovered were key to driving her mad with passion. Softly he traced these watching her shift in her sleep against him, a smile on her lips.
Leif hesitated, surged with a temporary desire. He gave in, brushing her lips softly with his, drinking her in. He rested his forehead against hers, pausing trying to push away the multitude of interesting ways Leif was imagining waking her at this very instant. Without a doubt as his eyes finished tracing her body and burning it into his mind's eye, Taylor was a beautiful woman who seemed to be selfless but also had been his saving grace since she had filled his company every day for the past weeks.
She opened her eyes and reached up to stroke his temple. There in that moment with their eyes searching the other's soul, shortcomings, age old haunts and all the questions in the world no longer mattered. Though Leif would need permission from Sir Glen for everything else involving Taylor, he could never take back this simple moment, nor possibly understand the honesty they both were searching for within themselves and for the other.
Taylor rested her head on Leif's shoulder, not closing her eyes until she was sure he was asleep. Listening to his breathing calmed Taylor, and before both of them knew it, the next day had crept up on both of them.
It was later that evening, after dinner that Sir Glen and Leif were talking about some mild issues outside of the conclave. Sir Glen idly stroked Laurie's back suddenly in a quiet moment.
"Laurie, Taylor, leave us." He said startling both women. Though he was obeyed, both lingered, looking to Leif's puzzled response.
When they were gone, Sir Glen thumped his cane.
"You need to know something about Taylor." He intoned seriously. Leif looked up to Sir Glen.
"Firstly, Taylor is not my free companion. Officially, she belongs to Sir Marcus." And so Sir Glen began to tell Leif, who had clearly been just taken aback by Sir Glen's announcement, of how Taylor came to Sir Glen.
Sir Glen had Laurie following him closely inspecting the companions at Sir Marcus's conclave. It was early spring and they had a moment to visit their closest friend.
"Sir Marcus, you've outdone yourself as usual. You are going to be some rival to me in years to come." Sir Glen's cane came down at the very end. And Sir Marcus waved the companions away back into their hall.
