nothing about anything felt settled and so there was a hint of
wrongness in teya when she realized what the low humming in her belly had been all day. as a bold winter's moon rose to its place in the heavenly sky, turning the snow underfoot to a bright and marble sheen, the raven breathed out and felt the familiar motes of gold and rose and starlight settle under her skin.
she felt alive, all parts of her hungry and yearning and fragrant, fragrant as the night grew and she called to
@Bronco voicelessly.
as she waited, teya shut her eyes and upturned her face to the lush curves of the moon, and began to dance. not as gracefully as ibis but in those long-remembered steps, gasping a laugh once as she stumbled and then shutting her eyes so tightly as she tried to pull the woman's face back into the plain view of her memory.
Her restless soul was a beacon to him, silently singing a song his heart knew intimately. He fled his loneliness for the stirring call of wilderness, and caught her in her radiance. In the moonlight, she fluoresced. The peal of her laughter was like wind chimes on the breeze. With each sway and flick, she captivated him even more.
Drunk on her beauty, he watched her dance quietly. He did not rush to join her so he might behold her a moment longer- wishing that this might be what heaven was. An eternity of watching his soulmate dance in the moonlight.
teya whirled and danced and when she turned, when she turned, bronco was there. for a long moment she only stood taking him in, the scars, his ear, his soft, reverent eyes of deep amber whiskey.
and then the woman was closer, pressing closer, whispering to him; whispering that she wanted to wait no longer.
her body had wanted his for a long time and now it fairly sang with want.
teya wanted to give herself up entirely, and planted kisses upon bronco from jawline to eartip, breath warm and sweet, eyes darkened with desire.
He let the moment distill when her whirling stopped. He wondered if she was dizzied though there was no telltale stagger to her step when she moved toward him. Her whispers made his cheeks flush so deeply, the feeling swept through his entire core.
He shuddered and pressed into her touch, willing a closeness that might snuff out the moonlight that spilled between them. In a voice hoarse with want, he spoke into the feathering below her ear.
”I’m yours. Be mine.”
ahhh swoon <333
be mine, a sultry whisper that drove all hesitation from teya.
"yours," she breathed back, mouthing his ear and then his lip, his cheek; pulling at the fur of his shoulder, winding around his strength and his safety and the great glut of love that she found always in his eyes.
utterly content in these seconds, thinking of nothing else aside from him, aside from what was coming; and all of teya trembled, her eyes misting a moment with deep ardor and pure love.
Patience had aged his desire, sweetening it to perfection. Kisses he gave as willingly and lovingly as they were received, her word a promise that they could share in their desires now, and forever. Their commitment was not the peak of their relationship, but the beginning of something that would continue to grow.
He brought her trembling body toward his so they might quake together. All of the time they had spent together had nurtured a longing that could finally be satisfied. The anticipation left him breathing feathery breaths, carefully controlling the ravenous desire that had been bottled for so long.
He swept her into his embrace, so at long last they could consummate their promise together.
<3
teya allowed herself at last a true unbreaking, remolded by the heat of his love. it was trust, it was affection, it was a thousand wordless and golden things; enraptured in her
husband
and this time there was no pain attached to the name.
she let herself be consumed in the trueness of a delicious end to their wait.
