“You most definitely will. But we’ll have to make it an early morning activity.” He rested his chin on top of her head and wound one arm around her, cupping a breast possessively. He snagged the wine and took a swallow, humming with appreciation. It wasn’t bad for something ordered from the kitchens. “This was a fantastic idea,” he declared, handing her back the wineskin and resting his other arm under the first to belt her securely against him.
“So, we have our morning worked out. I know that I’ll have a busy day of mopping up, I’m sure you’ll be busy looking after those who were ordered to stay under your care. I say we need to leave the Weyr altogether for dinner. We’ll pester the cooks until they fill a sack of food for us and go somewhere refreshing. I think we could use a night in a different environment.”