Save the last dance for me

She was a poor excuse for a wife. Natalya had only recently obtained her position as Centurion, and she had let her duties consume her in that time. Virgil needed the aid in her heavily pregnant state and Natalya was glad, even privileged, to give it, but she had neglected her life. Her sons had received little of her attention, and her husband even less. He was present, almost always at her side, but they did not interact as they used to.



That would change, starting now. As though they were one, separated by nothing more than air, she sought him out just as he searched for her. Deep down, she had a small fear in seeing her husband. He knew her better than anyone and she was sure that he knew of her newest desire despite her avoidance of mentioning it. She worried that he would confront her about it, that he would say they had their time, that they were too old and had enough to worry about. They already had two children after all, and one certainly needed more support than the other (something Natalya was reluctant to admit).



She sniffed him out quickly as she always did and was not hesitant in reaching him, despite her concerns. She buried her face in the fur at the side of his neck and sighed in relief, the instant comfort of his nearness overwhelming her. They were the night and the day, opposite one another yet only complete when they were together. Nothing would ever come between them, no matter how difficult.