Moonspear what a beautiful life away

Despite her efforts and any concentration she spent on the cause, she could catch no sounds suggesting anything besides peace. A looming threat like theirs could not stifle her in full, not with Charon's touch still tingling at her skin. Less and less, most seconds, it mattered little how much she felt a bit like easy prey. This she attempted to block out further by nuzzling against him again, leading her to nip at his nearest cheek then down his jaw. She softly punctuated the motion with a sigh before she peeled away once more, opting to circle tight around him with a slow saunter; it was good here.

He always seemed to strike the right balance between the competitiveness she sought and play, or at the least, knew intrinsically to understand that need she possessed. This, consistently, let him rise as she'd want and need him too. Unknowingly enough to her, it would take her a while to do the same for him -- maybe not in quite the way on his mind, especially. The obvious good timing never seemed to align with her. She only knew it would be right.. when it was right, so in the meantime she'd revel in the race of her heartbeat at the sight of him and how absolutely bizarre it was how badly she'd grown to love in her way -- all for him and their wily daughters.