"I meant 'you' in a broader sense," she clarified, his teasing winning a wry smile from her before she became distracted by the drift of his fingers. Her lips tilted, pressing a kiss against the pad of his thumb ever so sweetly. But the next moment it was caught gently between her teeth, her tongue flickering against the skin before she pulled away. "You're supposed to be being impressed – cooperate."
She couldn't disagree with his assessment, though. They were both still in a place where they could be consumed by one another, by the opportunity to be together. It was still thrilling for Letha to be able to curl up against him without thinking about who was watching, or to lift her mouth to his without worrying. It didn't matter how often they were seen together, or where. No one cared that they went to the same bed every night. It was a heady sort of freedom, one that she wasn't nearly done indulging in. Which was fine, because he seemed just as dedicated to enjoying it.
His hand petting across her shoulder changed the adoring quality of her smile to something with more heat, need for his touch always simmering just beneath the surface. Sometimes she wondered if it felt a little like his wolf, always just waiting to be stroked to life, always present. It also served to brush the strap of her simple tank down over the curve of her shoulder; Letha left it there, making no move to correct it. And when he pulled away, like he might settle instead of kissing her, she moved a hand to press against his chest, her fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt and tugging him back.
"And who says that I don't want to keep you busy for hours, my heart?" There was a little pulse of her magic, the scent of it becoming stronger, and then the quiet sound of the tent flap dropping closed. Such physical manifestations of Letha's power were rare, but she could manage small things without too much strain. "There are always stars. It's you that I miss..."