Bella Donna Boudreaux loves cooking and murder (poisonwine) wrote in utr_logs,
She smirked, taking one last, large bite of her omelet, before setting the plate int he fridge. "You too, Merlin. I can't wait t' study you from every angle."
Her fingertips brushed over his chest. She was in control here. He could do her no harm in her home. This place was sacred, and even if he wanted to harm her, he would not prevail.
This knowledge helped her to relax a great deal, though there were still some remaining nerves.