Sea Lion Shores i want a hot dog real bad

Artaax didn't react to her apology, even though he'd heard it. He didn't see a need for apologies. He didn't want there to be wrong in what was happening, or what had happened, or what would. It was the wrongness in his life that made his heart so sick. It was the wrong Wildfire had done him, that his sisters had done him, that he feared nomi might do him, that had driven him to break. He didn't want to see those wrongs. He wanted something right. Or nothing at all. Just not wrong.

He continued his gentle ministrations without pause, his blood rising as she allowed him to do so. It wouldn't be the first time they had come together like this, and yet it was so utterly different than it had been that time. In a way he'd never consider it might be between them. This was Furi. And yet, there was something of his honeyed sylph here too. It would've been confusing if he'd spared it the thought, but he adamantly refused to do so. Instead, he lost himself in his affections, trailing down the side of her neck, down into her shoulders.