Sea Lion Shores the sun is gone, but i have a light

gods, rannveig thought himself lucky. here he was with an absolute babe sitting next to him -- willingly touching him. a shiver worked its way down his spine in a subtle tremor as her teeth found his ear, flushing him with a longing warmth.

he wanted then to hold her close; to pull her into him so that there was little space between them that was not heated by their pumping hearts, or energized by the electricity he swore swam under the current of their abuzz fur. but like mona he felt if he moved too quickly he would disrupt whatever spell had fell on them, and somehow ruin the moment.

he leaned into her gentle ministrations, placing a paw across her slim leg. and then carefully as if she were a newfound fledgling caught between boughs of pine, he nosed along her neck, breathing deep of her wildwood fur in a moment of rare content.