Stavanger Bay Nature's Nobility: A Wizarding Genealogy

The fire in her was not nearly cooled, but for a time after their coupling, it rested and allowed her to fall into a sleep just as deep as her mate's. The stars were up when Doe opened her eyes, and the wind was damp and chill but Szymon's body was unerringly warm against her side. She laid still for a long moment while he sang, simply allowing the sweet words and his thrumming voice to wash over her. Only when he was quiet did she tip her head back toward him, throat bared in the easy trust she had always afforded this man.

"Now and forever," she agreed when he spoke the tail-end of the Vows, and Doe wondered if he knew what that line in particular meant. Offering a rakish grin, she stretched her neck to nibble delicately at his chin. "And finally, we are bone of bone and flesh of flesh."

Hopefully, they could do that again very soon. At this thought, Doe had to restrain herself from hopping to her paws - though she was eager to have Szymon mount her once more, she did not want to break the tenderness of the moment.