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Thank you everyone for the feedback (both excited and frustrated, and also all the yelling ;)) for this fic!!

This week I can’t upload the whole chapter on Tumblr (at work, and this is a moment stolen between busier moments, and there’s too much formatting.

Posted on AO3 or FF.Net for your perusal.

Sneak peek:

She wasn’t in the bedroom when he entered – he could hear her talking in a low voice in the kitchen, likely a phone call – and so he made do with falling into bed, burrowing under their blankets and pressing his face against her pillow, inhaling deeply. Any lingering unease faded as her scent surrounded him, undertones of their previous couplings seeped into every fiber of the sheets and even the mattress underneath.

Home. Den. Safe.

Not even the scent of food could rouse him from his cocoon, though his stomach begged to differ. The bed dipped slightly as Emma sat on it, her fingers gently combing through his still-damp hair. “Hey,” she said quietly. “I have some food and more salve. You should eat before you go back to sleep.”

He grumbled, burrowing under the blankets, and he heard her sigh with exasperation. He moved, reaching out from the sides to wrap his arms around her waist and this time she chuckled as he pulled her towards him. “Mine,” he mumbled against her thigh.