Swiftcurrent Creek [m] Atlantic

fade in to morning ~

They copulated rigorously through the night, as if the pleasure was a perpetual state; when Njal began to tire he would outright refuse himself the luxury of stopping, eager as he was to please his wife. Gradually though, Njal did become so exhausted that he had to withdraw. When the moon passed from its molten and bloody phase, when the night grayed with the onset of an empty morning, he found himself upon the dirt. Limbs still draped around Tuwawi's red body, hugging her close. They slept outside of the den for that was where sleep had taken them; set upon them as if by accident in the early hours. He breathed a deep sigh but was not restored, not completely. The rugged man roused himself and nosed his way through Tuwawi's embrous shoulders, working his way carefully towards her face, which was granted a careful nuzzle.

The rest was enough, even if it had been limited by their ceaseless energy. Both of them had discovered a well of sexual energy which, once tapped, was difficult to ignore. Njal had never realized that this was what couples did - and he wanted it, even now. As he pestered her with tiny kisses and soft, cold nudges of his nose upon her cheek; he wanted the intimacy, the release, transformed in to a creature of greed and lust - but content in this realization, as long as Tuwawi was willing to participate with him.