“No,” Noah whined in reply, pressing his head against his shoulder to stop her from tickling him. He chuckled childishly, his smile widening to show teeth and the grooves his dimples made in his cheeks. 

“No, it’s mine, not yours,” he continued through his laughter until she did, giving him a moment to look at her from once closed eyes. His face calmed as he met her gaze, noting the particular sense in them that preceded her tugging on their bond. Noah didn’t have the capabilities to dull the entire bond, only preventing what he was feeling from being communicated down the silver length. Her actions of tugging, her emotions, were still felt. The tugging was clear and unable to be ignored.

As if compelled by her beckoning finger, Noah pressed himself up with his left hand, careful to not put too much pressure on his right arm. He shifted himself a little more towards her, lowering carefully onto his left side, propped up by his elbow. With her directly before him, her side along his front, his other hand snaked towards her under the blanket, smoothing across her abdomen to her waist on the other side.

“What is it?” he asked her, his head resting on his shoulder as he looked down from his slightly elevated position. “You called me.”

That’s what it was, the tug was a call unheard by any ears but his. It wasn’t his ears alone that reacted to the cord’s pull; his entire being felt a deep sense of yearning to be in the presence of his bondmate. Though he could see her, he understood the tug meant ‘come here’ without it being explicitly said.