Hushed Willows I got you first

It had been such a long time since anyone had given her a gift. Tambourine was a gift in his own way, she supposed, although for the months of his growth inside of her she had rather guiltily loathed that gift. Before that, it had been the moose skull — and thinking of Reek at this very moment made her stomach churn abruptly, so she pushed him from her mind. Instead Tavi focused on what Stark was saying, finding solace in his company and in the lilt of his tone.

When he leaned towards her she tensed visibly, flashing back to a moment of tenderness in the maplewood of all places; but when Stark pressed his cheek against her's, she calmed. This was nothing like what happened with Reek. This wasn't a forbidden affair of some kind (this is nothing, she told herself uselessly, this is just a fantasy in my own head). Tavi had all the power here and wouldn't have to worry about any fallout.

Then again, she hadn't seen Warbone in a few days. God, she thought with a tiny huff, my life is ridiculous.

Absently she leaned in to Stark's touch, and pulled her face away from his so that she could nest in close to him; together they blocked the entrance but she didn't really care. He was usually the only visitor she got these days. His body was warm next to her's, and she let herself bask in the comfort he provided.