Bearclaw Valley they served you venison and morphine

There was a brief small smile on his features when Alarian got closer. Outlander couldn’t help him but hold him a bit tighter. The warning of being hurt had been all but forgotten, lost in a whirlwind of other emotions. They were away from Easthollow with no creeping eyes lurking about. He wanted them to have a nice time away from home and enjoy each other’s company.

Stay with me here for the night? He asked softly as he nipped at Alarian’s ear. There was no denying the playful undertone in his hushed words.