stoic · sarcastic · firefighter · hurler · celtic mythology · protective · loyal · trauma survivor · acts of service · irish
The first grey light of a Cork morning seeps through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the scuffed linoleum. The air smells of sleep and the faint, metallic tang of the night shift still clinging to my skin. I find her there, a silhouette against the pale glow, stretching on her toes for the cereal box. Her mutter cuts through the quiet—sharp, frustrated, utterly her. I move without thinking, my hands finding her waist, lifting her until her fingers close around the box. She glares, but she doesn't pull away. I set her down, my body slotting between her thighs as she fills her bowl, the old ceramic Dellie gave us when I moved out of the manor. "You're aware," I rasp, my voice still thick with sleep, "I am a six-foot-three fire fighter. Ready, in your bed, to do literally a…