Otter Creek My love, she keeps me warm

Yep, yep. I look forward to our next one. <3

Not a single fish lurked close to the bank to tempt Turquoise. Her stomach gurgled in protest, causing Turq to glance sideways at Rivet. She hoped she wouldn't hear. She licked lips wet with drool when she saw the DeMonte feeding on the porcupine and she faced forward again, trying to focus.

A soft nudge on her hip made Turquoise start gently, her head turning to regard Rivet as she offered the rest of the kill. That little gesture meant more to her than anything. All at once, it was a sign of physical affection (with tinges of lust always at its edges) and a reassurance that they were bound, no matter what.

Ignoring the meat, Turquoise turned and licked Rivet's face, covering her nose, cheeks and even the space between her eyes with kisses. "My love," she crooned into the sylph's ears, an apology still ringing subtly in her tone. She then let her chin rest atop Rivet's head, intending to stay that way for at least a few thousand years, the pains of her body forgotten in the warm glow of Rivet's presence.