Emberwood [m] Lynchpin

To say that their intimate embrace had awakened something within him, that he had been suppressing for his entire life, was an understatement. Despite how exhausted he was afterwards, and how giddy, his mind was a whirl as it grazed on what it was to experience ecstasy. He cleaned himself, afterwards, as she did for herself, though he cast a somewhat shy, boyish grin every time he thought about what they'd just done, and he was fully and completely ready to follow her to the ends of the earth after their encounter when she said something odd- something that sounded somewhat like much of, which confused him. 

"Wha- er, pardon?" He asked, reminding himself that the latter was a much more polite way of posing that question, and considering what they'd just done together, he really ought to treat her like she was the queen of the world. She drew near to touch her nose to his cheek, and he offered a low, happy growl. He wanted to pull her close, to keep her with him, to find a spot of sunshine where they could just spend the entire day, and do more of what they'd just done simply because they could. Still under her spell, when she made to begin walking he followed after her like an obedient sheepdog, meandering at her hocks dutifully.

 "I, uh," He said, and he cleared his throat. This made him a man, now, he thought- so he ought to start speaking like one. "We never even got introduced," He said, with a slightly bashful laugh. Imagine that- everything they'd done, and they didn't even know each other's names! They had so much yet to learn about each other- but he anticipated every bit of it being as glorious as the first few moments they'd spent together. "I'm Bronco Blackthorn."