But I do remember feeling very warm indeed, as I pulled your coat tight around me. Very, very warm.
It took a while, perhaps, before I got to wear something of yours again. But there was definitely a feeling that came from it happening in the treasury.
Honestly, I didn't even do it on purpose. It was just our clothes really did get tossed everywhere, and I was thinking about how we ought to get back upstairs. Even when I first realized the shirt I was pulling on was too big on me, my first thought was a perfectly mundane hope I could just keep it on, you could pull your coat over, and we could just get to the upper floors like that. Only for a moment, of course; I knew you'd never agree to that, even if noone was likely to get a close look at us on the way up.
And there you were, just looking wide-eyed at me like that. For a second, I thought we might end up being down there a good deal longer. But more than lust, I saw awe, and approval, even delight.
It drove home to me for the first time that you truly had given me Whitestone, along with yourself. Power and responsibility settled down on me, as I sat in the garb of a de Rolo and looked around that treasury, and since that day, I have never forgotten that I now hold both, in a way I never even thought I'd want, let alone get.
You were still going to insist on getting all your own clothes fully back on before we emerged, so it was still only a few moments of my wearing your shirt. That time.
There was more time on a morning when we were en route to Vesrah. When I woke up just a little bit before you, and your shirt was right there. I remember the linen settling against my skin, a little damp but I didn't mind, and the smell of you was so strong in the warm air-objectively, it wasn't even all that pleasant, but I very much liked it. It made me feel giddy, beset with a level of happiness beyond what I'd been used to for most of my life.
And that was all before you woke up, once again laid your eyes on me, and well, the awe and all those wonderful things were still there, but this time, it was the clearly the lust that rose to the surface. For both of us.
I suppose it was a little surprising how long the shirt stayed on. Since I hadn't buttoned it up, it wasn't like it was all that much in the way, though.
So that's been a thing since then. Though the shirt's more of one for warmer days; I still can't imagine going about our bedchamber-either in the castle, or my own house-in only a shirt, even one your size, during a winter morning. That's what your coat is for, obviously.
That was why I went for it, that first morning. Plucked it from where you'd hung it and wrapped it over a thick nightgown, and I even pulled stockings on. That left me warm enough to sit with Trinket and just take a few minutes together.
When you woke up, and laid eyes on me, I did see the certain spark in them. Just a spark that morning, not inclined to ignite just then. When you remarked that you liked how I looked in your coat, I was able to appreciate that comment while knowing it wasn't leading to anything, unless you counted my keeping the coat on my when I came back to the bed to take a few minutes with you next, and I might have done that anyway.
I would remember it. First, I would remember it a little on those couple of late evenings when you again draped your coat over me, though that usually mattered less then. I think the majority of the time I'm wearing one of your coats, it really is there to keep me warm, and it usually does.
But even if, usually, wearing your coat is just about warmth, there are still those times where it's instead about heat.
I don't think either of us will ever forget that first night I got back to to bedchamber before you, and had time to get myself into your coat-and only your coat. I considered adding one of your shirts to the mix, but decided to keep it simple, at least that first time. Sometimes since, it's been a good thing to put on both when I'm pulling this on colder nights, but this night wasn't quite that cold.
Besides, when you walked in, and saw me sitting there, it was absolutely delicious to feel nothing but that coat on my skin while the heat pulsed through me. Also, it allowed me to keep it on and wrap it around us both, at least as long as I could hold it in place. And once I got on top, well, it was certainly staying on then.
We even stayed tangled up with it for a minute or so after we were done, although it was too soaked in sweat to stretch that out. Long enough for me to playfully ask if I looked more powerful in the coat, to which you replied that I always looked powerful to you-and I couldn't really object to that answer, could I? But yes, you like me like this, and so for the rest of our lives, I think, I'll be borrowing a shirt or a coat occasionally.
I'm rather sorry most of my own clothes are too small for you. Most of them were very much never be your style, either, but now that I can spend a little more money on things like my hunting jackets, I do think some of them would looked splendid on you, except I doubt you could get your arms into them. Occasionally you've worn a scarf of mine, but that's not really the same thing.
But there is one other exception: my cloaks. Maybe not an article of clothing you'd be that inclined to borrow when your own is a Vestige. But you don't bother with that every time we go out into the woods together. And so came the evening you, me, and Trinket stayed out past our bedtimes and your coat got wet and had to be removed, and so as we sat beside the fire and you pressed nervously against Trinket's fur, it was I, instead, removing my outermost layer and draping it around you. You turned so pink, then, but your smile was so bright, and as the evening went on, you pulled it tighter around yourself, until you were nearly burrowed into it.
And this time, when I playfully asked how you liked the little role reversal, you just said, "I like it a very great deal, my dear. It makes me feel like I'm yours."