93 = Elizabeth

I woke to the sparks skimming under my skin, the warmth of his body and the tightness of his hold. I can’t stop the moan that leaves my lips as I stretch within his hold, I then giggle as he tightens his hold and lets out a low groan mumbling,

“It’s too early, go back to sleep, my love…”

Unfortunately, since I had to wake early within the Pride my body naturally woke early unless I had endured one of Mane Beatrice’s more harsher punishments. I wiggle in his arms, earning me another groan, luckily this time he loosened his hold instead of tightening it allowing me to shimmer out of his arms and off the bed.

Once on my feet, I stretch again and then make my way into the bathroom. I set the shower going and once again lavished myself with the privilege of hot water. I wash my hair and then my body before turning off the water and stepping out of the shower.

I grab the towel from off the hook next to the shower and wrap it around me, before grabbing the slightly smaller towel from the hoo