Nova Peak [m]elancholic winter

They shared the same fear; it went unspoken, but perhaps it was the reason they both held back with their bodies, sparing glances and speaking so carefully.

Kigipigak could feel her heart beating through her skin, they were so close. Her voice was quiet but it was also a summons, of a sort; pledging to be with him, and asking something in return.

The man was bashful, silent — and in the next moment, fumbling, letting his body do what it wanted to do without any restraints.

Her heart raced; he found that his was soon a matching drum beat. The care he took not to hurt her slowly slipped out of his grasp, as Kigipigak's more gregarious nature unfurled itself, and he lost himself to the bliss of it all.