“Step out of the rain.” A pairing of your choice! =)
Sorry I took forever to answer this!! So here goes and thank you for the prompt! This is a short for Warden Mel and Morrigan (my first canon couple).
Warden, My Warden
Kieran, though thirteen, had taken to dancing in the rain. Morrigan watched from the kitchen window, while washing the dirt and debris away from a few mushrooms she had picked that morning. The rain was barely a drizzle, and it brushed against the window with only a whisper of a sound. Morrigan smiled to herself when she saw Kieran jump into a large puddle, soaking his breeches to the knees.
She turned back to the task at hand, chopping perfect lines into the stiff and pliable flesh, making little slices to throw on top of the greens she’d already washed an prepared.
Suddenly she heard the rain pick up, it was coming down heavy now, plinking loudly against the window glass. She ran her hands under the water to rinse them clean and wiped her hands on a nearby towel. Just as she went to turn, she felt strong arms wrapping around her waist.
“Let him play.” Said the deep rumble of her lover’s voice.
“ Twould be best if I had him step out of the rain.” She replied logically.
“He will be fine. It is only rain.”
“But he could catch cold!”
“And I will just heal him.”
She sighed. “It is foolish to have him catch cold, simply because you can heal him.”
Mel laughed and began placing bearded lips to her throat. “You fret too much.”
She tried to contain the giggle that begged for release with the tickling bristles of his greying beard. She managed to say, “I do not fret,” before breaking out into a laugh that shook them both together.
He pulled away from her neck to spin her around. “It is so good to be back. And for good this time.”
She cupped his face fondly and stared into his sparkling green eyes. “I, too, am glad you are home.”
Then, she was greeted with a firm and greedy mouth on her own and she drank up the taste. Honeyed tongue and apple-y breath, made her lose all sense of self as she melted into his groping hands.
“Papa?” The two broke apart abruptly and Morrigan watched as her love threw arms out, open wide. “Papa,” Kieran exclaimed as he raced toward his father’s arms.
Nothing made her smile more than that moment. Mel swept up their little boy (though no longer little and nearly his father’s height) into a bear hug and swung him around and around until they were both in a fit of laughter.
She would never dare to admit it aloud, but she had missed her love sorely.