Moonspear We move like the ocean

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An uncertain quiver passed through her at Floki's response. Wildfire shot him a quick, questioning glance, wondering if he was frustrated with her for delaying such an important moment. Then he dropped a quip on her and she smiled in relief, feeling stupid for her momentary disquiet. Of course he wouldn't pressure, rush or guilt her over something this significant. She licked her lips, then reached up to plant a grateful kiss on the corner of his mouth.

"Sorry I smell like the road," she joked, nose wrinkling even as they snuggled close. As happy as she was at this moment, she felt the heavy weight of sleep descending. "I'll get up early and take a bath," she promised. "Then we can get frisky." As those bold words fell off her tongue, Wildfire hid her face against the side of Floki's neck, muffling the giddy little giggle that burst out of her.

Wildfire was a woman of her word. Before the crack of dawn, she would sneak away from their little hideaway and douse herself in the nearest creek. Then, soaking wet and shivering, she would slither back into bed with Floki, begging for warmth and intimacy. It would be as joyful as it was awkward. Afterward, she would admit to herself that it wasn't necessarily as fun as her parents had made it look and hope that it got better with practice. But, for now, she slept.