Cicero x reader

Fool of Hearts. Ch: 8

Scrubbing the dried mud out of my armor, I enjoyed the clear crisp cold water.
After our clothes were cleaned up, I stood stretching my back.
The ground crumbled beneath my feet, I fell and then I stopped.

Cicero grabbed the front of my shirt, pulling me back into his strong arms.

"Don't worry Cicero's got ya..." He whispered holding me tight.

"Um Cicero your hat is floating away..." I sighed looking downstream.

The current taking it under the bubbling water, Cicero whirled around to see it sinking.

"Not my hat.. Cicero's head will be so lonely." He sniffled, falling to his knees as spirits utterly crushed.

"Ill be right back." I sighed hopping into the river.

"Wait! Its too dangerous. Get back here!" He shouted after me as I swam away.

Once I reached the point where the hat disappeared I dove down into the churning water.
Nearly missing Cicero's hat, I saw it wedged in between two large rocks.

Moving one of the rocks out of the way, I snatched the hat before it was swept away.
Resurfacing victorious, I waved the hat in the air for all to see.

Clutching it in my fist, I swam back to where Cicero was.

Standing in the shallows, I put on his hat.

"La da dee la da die, Cicero wants murder or maybe a carrot." I did my best impression of Cicero I could, skipping up to him bowing deeply.

"Cicero was so worried, never do that again... Thank you." He sighed pulling me into a tight embrace.

"Anytime..." I whispered hugging him back.

"Lets go home." Cicero chuckled, squeezing me even tighter.

We quickly changed back into our proper armor.
Cicero looked good in his slightly damp Jester suit.

Heading back to the stables, we
both mounted my horse.
Cicero hung onto me for dear life as we raced out of the stables and onto the road.

Bouncing down the road, I felt something hard pushing against my lower back.
Realizing what it was, I my face flushed hot.

I could have some fun with my little Jester...

Lightly kicking my horse, I brought him to a brisk trot.

Leaned back in the saddle, I pressed up against him.

Cicero released one of his hands, discreetly adjusted himself.

"You alright?" I questioned smugly.

"Fine.." He murmured, giving me a light squeeze.

Once both of his arms were back around my waist, I kicked my horse once again sending us into a gallop.

Cicero squeezed me harder and harder.
Hitting a large bump, Cicero moaned loudly.
H

e Bit down hard on my shoulder, trying to quite himself.

Gasping at the sharp sensation,
the leather of armor did help protect me from the pain.
Cicero gently shook, holding onto me tightly.

Slowly the horse, I looked back to check on him.