Heron Lake Plateau Troy, this is Midsomer

What more could he wish for?  I'll be here as long as you'll keep me, he said in return, nuzzling her one more time before the evening came to a close.  Maybe it was good that things had happened the way they did.  Sometimes nature had to get things right just by chance, didn't it?  As long as he didn't wake up in the morning and find out it was all some sort of cruel dream...

And after a look around into the darkness for a quick assessment of their security, his gaze traveled back to Raven.  From the sound of her breathing, she'd already dozed off at his side.  For a moment he watched her, but soon his eyelids drooped and Quixote joined her in dreamland, his head tucked next to hers.