Two Eyes Cenote [cp] [m] hunger of the pine,

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Rashepses had gathered quite a crowd about himself; a menagerie of ambassadors, nobility from one house or another, gentlemen with talk of the winter season’s hunting and servants keeping the steady flow of their wine. A merchant bent his ear, but his eyes never left Toula from across the room. He was reliving that moment in her chamber, his mouth on her flank.

When she approached he reached out and took hold of her paw, pulling her knuckles to his lips. They melded together in dance and now that he had her in his arms he no longer wanted to share her with onlookers.

“Love of my life,” his mouth quirked up into a smile as he spun her, "I have something for you in my chamber." On the catch he drew her back against his chest, pressing his arm across her collar, "Let me steal you away before the ceremony."

"Only a moment," he promised. His kiss was for the hollow of her pale cheek.