Sunset Valley [feast] And sometimes you close your eyes

Tuuluuwaq was a good sport, keeping up with Lane and returning her nips as she drew him along in her little game. If he was like Issorartuyok, he likely did not see much purpose in her antics, but he participated anyway, sensing it was what Lane needed. And she did need it. It was all enormously effective in helping her blow off steam, and when she finally landed in the snow her heart felt light enough to float right out of her chest. 

Tuuluuwaq landed heavily beside her. Lane rolled onto her side, tongue lolling as she fixed her eyes on Tuuluuwaq. She panted, enjoying the cold, refreshing snow pressed into her side and the equally refreshing grin on Tuuluuwaq's face. It looked good there. Different. Lane wondered if she had leaned too hard upon Tuuluuwaq in the previous weeks, taking advantage of his desire to please her and help her. He had been very patient and dependable, and Lane had been very needy. Lane decided he would not wait any longer. A fraction of a second before Lane moved to lean toward him, Tuuluuwaq reached out to bury his muzzle in her ruff. Lane received him gladly, wriggling to press her body into his, banishing any empty space between them. 

He lifted his muzzle from her ruff to speak. "I have never met anyone like you," he whispered, and Lane's tail flurried happily in the snow. "I'm very glad for that." If Tuuluuwaq had found another woman who made the chocolate of his eyes melt into warm, gooey pools, like those she was currently lost in, would he have ever found his way to Lane? 

"I think you're pretty special too." Lane smiled. She moved to close the distance between them once more, drawing him into a kiss. She licked lightly at his muzzle at first, but the kiss would deepen slowly. The flames of desire flickered to life in Lane's chest. The heat pushed downward into her belly, and then lower. 

"What does kuulti, mean?" Lane would ask breathlessly, when they finally had to pause for air.