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specsthesecond · 9 days ago

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A cosy warmth engulfs you when you push open the big wooden door of the little stone cottage. You push the door open for the orc behind you so he can finally put down the heavy trunk he’s been carrying. He sets it down with a grunt before stretching and heading to the hearth to start the fire. You shrug your coat off and untie your snow boots, leaving them by the door like the last time you came into his home, except this time it’s for good.

You stand in the doorway, looking around his living room, the space is oddly intimidating to you now. He sets the last log on the now billowing fire, dusting off his hands, he looks over to you and smiles almost as warmly as the fire itself. He motions for you to sit on the couch, clearly wanting you to make yourself comfortable. You hesitate before walking over and sitting next to him on the worn out two-seater. You’ve obviously done this before, hell you two have fallen asleep in each others arms, almost fully naked as well, yet you hesitate to get truly comfortable in his home. Maybe because it’s also your home now. That degree of separation has been shattered and the reality of the situation is ever present in your mind now.

You rest your head back on his couch, looking at the ceiling. The orc takes his snow boots off as well, a smile gliding across his face when he bends down and sees your two sock clad feet, heels digging into his carpet. When he looks over to your face and sees the creases on your brow, his smile dampens. He doesn’t want you to feel this way but he also doesn't want to minimise or ignore what just happened.

He gently takes your hand, tearing your gaze from the ceiling to his gorgeous brown eyes. He brings his hand to your chest, where your heart should be, and feels the heartbeats behind the flesh. He takes your hand and puts it right over his heart, letting you feel the constant pulse. He nods at you solemnly and you nod back in understanding. You’re both alive. Something that wouldn’t be true if you hadn’t taken the actions you did. Maybe you could have found a better way, but any regret left in you is smothered by his beating heart, right in your palm. Your hands sweep over to his wound, reminding yourself why you did it, and that you would do it again if needed.

He must see that determination flare in your eyes because he suddenly leans in for a kiss, before parting to look at your face, which is probably an amusing mix of surprised and embarrassed. He chuckles and stands up, heading over to the large trunk in the middle of the room. He opens it with a creak and stares at the contents thoughtfully. He looks at his bookshelf, then at you and waves his hand to encourage you closer. You rise from the couch and kneel next to him where he gently takes your books out of your trunk and onto the carpeted floor. The thick rug is so soft and warm on your sock clad feet.

He takes a few books from the stack and hands them to you, you sit there dumbly, with the books in hand. He glances at you and you get the feeling he’s trying to hide his amusement, he points towards the shelf in the corner of the small living room. You tentatively get up and walk towards the shelf, passing the table you both ate at when you brought him that stew. The memory eases you a bit, leaving space for confusion as to why you were so tense in the first place. When you reach the shelf unease flickers again, you look back at the orc, who is still unpacking your books into neat stacks on the floor.It seems you packed way more than you thought.

After a moment you gently push his books up straight to make more space on the shelf then shelve your books one by one into the spaces left. You finish the stack and silently head over for another, shelving your favourite books on higher shelves and placing books sideways on top of others when there’s no space left. While doing this you try and read the titles of his various books, to little success, though you do notice that quite a few of the covers have maps on them or cartography themes, a hobby, perhaps. In the end you have to leave a stack on the shelf above the mantle but otherwise all your books have found space right next to his.

He grins at the overpacked shelf, looking back into the trunk with new vigour. He sets his sights on your mugs next, wrapped hastily in a blanket to avoid cracking. He gently removes them, visibly relieved that none of them are chipped, and carries them all to the kitchen. You grab your ceramic pot, which you stuffed your dried meats and tea in, and follow behind him. He places your mugs, your four favourite mugs, into his cabinet. He opens up the bottom cupboard and motions for you to put the pot in with all his other pots and pans. He puts your tea in a container and puts the meat in his cold box. At least you’ll have your favourite tea for maybe another year or so.

He heads back to the living room and starts dragging the trunk over to the only other doorway in the cottage, pulling it down the hallway. You shuffle behind him as he opens one of the two doors in the hallway and steps inside the dark room to light an oil lamp. You peer into the room from behind him and are quite shocked to see a bathroom that looks very similar to the one you had. It’s just a sink and a toilet so you suppose not much could be that different. You bend down to grab your toothbrush, soaps and other bathroom items before shuffling inside with him and placing them around the room, you wonder if there is a nearby lake or river that he washes in or if he prefers bucket baths even in the summer. The sadness you feel when you realise you won’t be able to wash in your usual lake makes you feel incredibly silly.

His warm hand engulfs yours as he brings you to the other door. You peer into the illuminated bedroom, assessing the small space. It's cosy, like the rest of his home. Thick blankets cover the large bed in the middle of the room. Thick brown curtains hang over the window, blanketing the room in darkness. There is a desk pushed up to the wall next to the door, scraps of paper and ink stains cover the old wooden surface. You step closer to the desk and notice a huge map hanging on the wall in front of it, It's huge and would be difficult for you to discern even if it was in Human Common. When you look down on the desk you see more maps, smaller and sketchy, some written over, some crossed out. It seems your orc is somewhat of a cartographer, by hobby or trade, you wonder. A little voice in the back of your mind remarks scornfully on how little you actually know about your new lover.

This strange orc who you’ll now be sharing a bed with, it seems. You hear him drag the trunk into the room, setting it beside the bed. He opens up his closet and starts rearranging things, taking clothes out to make space for yours, you assume. Wanting to be helpful, you sit on the end of the bed and take out the clothes in your trunk. Once he’s done reorganising and making space for you, you place your clothes in his cupboard and hang up your coats next to his. He sits on the bed and watches you do this.

Once you’re done and the trunk is empty, you close the heavy lid, dust your hands off and turn to face him with a satisfied expression. He looks back at you with admiration as he leans back on the bed, supported by his hands. You suddenly feel overcome with irritating timidness, you’re still not used to being looked at like that and you have no idea how to start getting used to it. You awkwardly avoid his gaze but step towards him, there's no use in trying to avoid him, you need to learn how to overcome these hesitations if you’re going to be living with this orc.

When you step close enough to be in touching distance, he leans forward like a magnetic force compels him to, like second nature. He lifts his hand to your hip, hovering over the material covering the skin, only making contact when you look him in the eyes. The touch burns like fire even through your clothes, and when you look deeper in his eyes, you see a deep relief in them. He rests his head against your chest, letting out a deep breath, he looks so tired. As he rests more of his weight against you, you also feel the weight of the day fall heavy, it feels like the exhaustion of fighting for your lives fully hits you as you rub your hands down the orcs back and let his weight slump onto you.

You slowly move out of his grasp, he seems too tired to even fight you that much. You turn around to grab a thick night gown from the newly packed cupboard and he seems to be pleased at the idea of tucking in for the night. You hesitate for a minute before stepping over to the right side of the bed and shuffling off your tunic and chest wrap. He starts undressing himself, getting into his sleep attire without paying you much mind as you change, how gentlemanly.

You fold up your dirty clothes from the day and leave them on the floor for now, tomorrow's problem. Your orc has changed into comfy sleeping pants and you can see him eyeing a shirt, debating if it would be more appropriate to wear it or not. From what you gathered he probably doesn't wear a shirt to sleep, he probably doesn't even wear pants but he is very politely wearing them for you as to not overwhelm his very new and very apprehensive lover, how kind. You huff amusedly at yourself before shuffling the thick sheets and climbing into bed.

He brings the oil lamp over to the bedside and gets into bed himself, only half covering himself with the sheets, whereas you’ve already bundles yourself up in the soft warmth of them. You lay down facing each other, just staring for a while, it seems neither of you really want to close your eyes. The excitement or novelty of this new environment still keeping both of you awake. After a while you’re the one to crack first and lean over to kiss him on the lips and then lean over him to blow out the candle on his bedside table. The orc chuckles as you lay back down, you can barely see him now that it's pitch black but knowing he’s right there will distract you from some much-needed sleep so convince yourself to turn over.

Your back to his front, you feel behind you for his hand and bring it over your waist to hold it in your hand. He slowly melts into the touch, relaxing closer to you, his warm chest against your back. This is by far the first time you've slept together but the times before were always under abnormal circumstances. Freezing to death in front of the hearth, bleeding out on your couch. Now it's just you, neither of you are injured or reeling from some life-threatening event. It's just you, together, in bed, and it’s peaceful. His breaths are deep and slow and his skin is warm and you melt into sleep holding his hand to your chest.

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