I know. I always feel safest with you. [They were both highly social people, but more than that, they were filling time because of the deep pit of their emotions when they were left to simply sit and think. It wasn't good for either of them, sinking into that loneliness and despair.] You make the rounds as much, if not more, than I do. Our friends circles don't overlap too much either I've noticed.

[He smirked at her comment, and he couldn't think of a time that he had thought of anyone else when they were in bed together. At least not intimately. Those times where he lay awake before or after sleeping could be tumultuous as he wrangled his thoughts in order and settled his mind. She helped. She always did.] Well, I promise you're all I think about when were together in bed, collar or no. I think you're developing a possessive streak. [His tone was light, almost breezy, as he teased her about the collar situation.

He rumbled in agreement about their bed. They were creatures of habit for that now, the safety of their apartment, the comfort of their bed, the familiarity of the stone city rather than outdoors like this. He kissed her words as much as her lips, hands stroking and balancing her perch at the same time.]

We can go there. I'd carry you and kiss you the whole way.