Tusk

She hums when he pulls her closer and she relishes the kiss, a smirk coming to her lips when he praises her. She lets loose a small chuckle, sleep still clinging to the edges of her words, husky and dry. "Almos' sounds like yer wan' this ter be a regular thing." Deluge teased, rolling half onto her back so she could crane her neck to look at Dread through a single half-cracked eye. It didn't have to be anything, mean anything, did it?

Things had been a whirlwind the night before. Things had been said that needed to be said, and she didn't regret a moment of it... Would he? Hadn't she done exactly what she thought herself above doing and goaded him into it? Dread always seemed to be a big mess of feelings, what was the fallout of this really going to be?