Stavanger Bay give in to me

Oh, awesome song! I only just got to listen to it.

First you sing, and now you speak? You never stop surprising me, Doe thought as she cleaned the blood-caked fur of Szymon's face. Ensconced as she was in his embrace, the doctor was finding it a little difficult to continue her ministrations despite the thrumming sense of comfort she felt. Some creative wiggling freed on of her paws, which she promptly settled over her love's chest in order to better reach the far side of his face. His purring, previously a pleasant rumble beside her, now filled her very being - as familiar and as vital as her own heartbeats, the very breath she drew. It is not so long to wait if this is the outcome of our reunion, the sensible voice said, sounding as though she'd recently imbibbed copious amounts of her mother's julep.

When his face was clean, her grooming once again devolved to senseless mouthing - this time on one of his tall, scarred ears. The little nicks and tears felt strange under her explorative nibbles, and the fearther-soft fur felt wonderful against her tongue. But it doesn't taste so good, she thought, drawing back and licking at one of his oozing cuts to get the taste of earwax out of her mouth.

With a soft sigh of contentment, she laid her head across his neck and dug her claws in where her paw rested on the inky markings of his ribs. You better not be going anywhere, the touch said - though she didn't think he needed to be told twice. He came back for me, after all.

"You were humming earlier," she said to him, recalling the joy she'd felt at his approach.