Noah’s curiosity was slowly satiated as he understood what they were doing in that position. It was odd sharing control with her, not because he didn’t want to but because he hadn’t before. Possibly unknown to Elann, Noah had a knack for being a submissive partner. It was only in her case recently that he seemed to show some sense of domineering when lying with another person. He was a selfless lover for the most part, seeking to have whomever he lay with satisfied before himself, which explained him being able to withstand the flows of passion with Elann for so long at times, even here when he maintained through the slow starting of their second bout. He needed but a little time to rear up again.

They stayed in the station Elann instructed him into for a time before he turned it onto her, showing her a few new ways to love, ways he had learned from past experiences but wanted to share with her in this new meaning. Eventually they were done again, Elann’s attentive and detailed massage lulling him away to half-sleep until she was done. The rest of the night he slept in full, Elann disappearing back downstairs to bathe after Jocelyn was hid away in her room as well. Come morning, all of the Amuels were up before dawn broke, of those included Noah, who Elann would not find in the bedroom with her. The birds acted as their alarms, the bell towers clanging acting as a second rousing if none were up by then.

The light scents of breakfast could be smelled throughout the house, weighted with the heavy aromas of cooking bacon and steak. Elann could feel the house quietly buzzing, though the Amuels had been awake for hours already, some longer than others, Noah the shortest of all. Should Elann come downstairs, she’d find Viktor sitting in the main hall by the fire in an armchair with a book in his hand. In the bright light of the morning light shading in from the east she could plainly see him and his shirtless frame, a pair of tattered pants covering his lower body. His upper body was coated in a bush of hair in the center of his torso, his arms shaded with dark brown strands as well.

In the kitchen would be Aimee and Ryon, cooking up what was the second and larger breakfast of that morning. Bacon and steak were frying atop the kitchen’s hearth’s grate and eggs were set aside to be fried after the meat was done. A round loaf of bread stood on a cooling rack. The dining table was empty of people though, only done up in preparation for the breakfast that was to be had.