Mille's heart began to pound even more wildly- even if her stubborn nature meant she was misunderstanding him, her body certainly didn't.
"A-and what sorts of challenges would those be?" she asked. "T-though... I suppose if a hero of your caliber says I'm not ready, I'm not ready," she added, with just a hint of disappointment. Not in him, really, but in herself.
***
"If you jinxed us I'll . . . think of something really creative and somewhat naughty later, but pajamas would be good. Besides, this is my bloody abode. I can where whatever the sod I want."
"That's fair," Tom replied with both a bit of a chuckle and also not even the slightest hint of sarcasm.
Then she wandered into her huge walk in closet, finding something for both of them. She appeared with her arms full of clothing. A pair if black silk boxers and black silk pajamas were thrust upon her lover. They would fit Tom, if a little big in the shoulders and waist, but not overly so.
"My Godson's chest and shoulder are bigger than yours, so they'll be a little loose," she explained as she began to put on a pair of violet micro-fiber pajamas. Frowning at the sheer unsexiness of the outfit, she realized she might have to go lingerie shopping.
Tom stood there for a moment, not used to wearing clothing with this luxurious of material. "I don't think that'll be much of a problem," he said with some bemusement.
He dressed himself in the silken boxers and pajamas before floating the towel to the laundry hamper, not noticing Forest frowning at the lack of sexiness in her pajamas in the process. As Forest had said, they were a bit loose, but it was hardly noticeable, and it was still quite comfortable. He would have to get used to the feel of silk against his skin, however.
"Thank you." He turned to her only to see her in her own pajamas. She looked quite comfortable, and while they weren't form fitting, they still looked nice on her and somewhat... what was the word? Cute?
"Those look nice on you," he said with a smile.