- Messages
- 114
Yvaine would never tire of the sound of his whispered sweet nothings. Only, they were not nothings, they were everything, his voice a sweet tonic, soothing her mind body and soul with warmth, and love, and hope. She hadn't known she could love so deeply as she loved Faulkin, nor that anyone could ever love her as he did, but it was that alone that made her certain that no matter how fear set her off course, she would find her way back to him.
The night air cooled her bare and sweat slicked skin as she lay tangled with him in a bed of roots and grass, her lips pressing a trail of slow and tiny kisses across his chest, ensuring she drew out every second of this stolen time.
"I wish we could stay.." she sighed as she looked up at him, pressing another gentle kiss to his jaw. "But I think Tor is looking for us.." she laughed under her breath. "We should dress, or we'll give the poor man a heart attack should he be successful in his search." she smiled.
The night air cooled her bare and sweat slicked skin as she lay tangled with him in a bed of roots and grass, her lips pressing a trail of slow and tiny kisses across his chest, ensuring she drew out every second of this stolen time.
"I wish we could stay.." she sighed as she looked up at him, pressing another gentle kiss to his jaw. "But I think Tor is looking for us.." she laughed under her breath. "We should dress, or we'll give the poor man a heart attack should he be successful in his search." she smiled.