Swiftcurrent Creek aim; it's a one shot take down

edit to tag the thread marker as conception instead and fade in your next post? <3

She burned! Scalding, flamed. Radiant beneath the champagne falls of his gaze.

She turned to grapple at tousled tufts of fur, woven by his day of work. Enchanted by him all over again as he offered himself now.

She would not have to face another.

She welcomed him fully with a low croon, beckoning him to come finish what had been started between them. And she was not sure that she would relinquish him for some hours to follow.