"It's not your fault." Nora sang, tossing a grin at him. She thought Emile capable of quite a lot of things, but making it rain was not one of them. "Too bad it won't snow." She pouted wistfully. She'd asked about snow before, and Pella's derisive laughter had assured Nora there would be no snow to break up the monotony of the rain.
She could live without snow. Especially with Emile back in the house to keep her company. The others were nice, but they didn't tolerate her the same way. Or maybe it was that they tolerated her and Emile accepted her the way she was. Glad for her laughter and constant need for his attention. "That does not sound better, Emile." Nora wrinkled her nose and then dove beneath the blanket. Giggling into the mattress as he laughed made room for her.
Warm skin for her to snuggle against and pet. He would turn the room chilly soon. Nora liked the chill on her skin, but only because there was a blanket to burrow under and Emile to curl against. "No!" She giggled against his cheek, giving him a gentle pinch for the insult. Emile made some anyway. Pretty lights that turned into a dazzle when they reached the ceiling. Nora cooed appreciatively a she watched them. Her own witchlights always turned out... wrong.
Sometimes they ended up as witchfire instead.
"Mhm. There were a bunch of apples left over, going all soft and mealy so I used them." Her soap never looked pretty, but Nora was slowly improving its consistency. She just had to get someone else to control the heat in the pot. But it stayed solid now, only dissolving once it was wet like it was supposed to, instead of coming apart in her hand. If it came together at all.
Drawn in by the soap, Emile began his sniffing. Hands spread across her back to keep her still while he was at it. Nora didn't want to escape him, but she couldn't help the way her body pulled away from his nose. But it tickled! Shoulders scrunching up around her ears, Nora giggled. Back bowing outward and then in as she wiggled beneath the onslaught. Behind her ear. Down her shoulder. And ending where he stopped so often, right between her breasts.
Trying to catch her breath, Nora pet the dark fuzz of his hair. "You sure do like it there." She teased. She didn't know why. It was one of the warmest parts of her body. Heat and sweat caught and held there. "It was borrring." She complained, fondling the curve of his ear. "Can I go with you next time?" Pella was harder to answer about. She wasn't saucy at all. She just pretended Nora didn't exist, which was worse.
Resting her cheek against his hair, Nora pet the width of his shoulders and sighed. "Will she ever stop being mad?" They'd almost made friends on the trip to town, but now Nora worried that Pella would never forgive her. There would just be that dismissive silence. At least she wasn't yelling and slapping at Emile anymore, which Nora was glad for.
She didn't think he liked the silence any better, holding tight to her hips as he came back even with her. Lips pressing the crease of mouth in a sort of kiss. "You can have more than one. Want me to go with you?" Then they could both smell like apples. "No one ever says anything when I take more than one bath." She explained by way of reassurance.