Blacktail Deer Plateau Wit, [M]easure, Carnal Pleasure

you know i had toooo

He could not say he had not meant to be here.

She alone had been a beacon, a lighthouse in the dark hours. Yet he did not know if he would be wanted — or allowed, or first, or anything besides an unwelcomed face.

Perhaps she'd usher him off, send him away with sharp teeth or words.

A chance would be taken as he rumbled something. Soft, warm, teetering towards submissive. She need only say the word and he would disappear once more.