Laughter. People talking. The smell of coffee and bacon wafted through the room. The bed and the room felt strangely empty, but he knew Challa wasn’t far away. Compton barely had time to open his eyes when the bedroom door flew open and she danced into the room. “Good morning, t’kor! I felt you starting to awaken!” She laughed, jumping on the bed and on him. She was human, and in the morning light shining through the window, she never looked more beautiful. Challa straddled his chest and bent down to kiss him. She tasted like applesauce. “Good morning, yourself, t’korra,” He chuckled when she finally sat back. “You’re in an especially good mood. You must be feeling better.” “I feel wonderful! I have a blood line, and I have you.” She leaned over to whisper, “And I love you more than you’ll ever know.” She kissed him again, opening her mouth to taste him further. Allowing him to delve into her, into her moist sweetness that now sported a cold appleness. Her hands braced his face, and Compton could feel her joy trickling into him.
