Lost Creek Hollow inflexus

They existed in their closeness, in an intimacy that did not break the holiness of the starlight cavern.

Crowfeather reached for Germanicus. His tentative featherlight touches against the muscled figure of the older man. Each kiss was met with fluttering eyelashes over honeywarm eyes. The warmth in their figures, so close in their discovery of each other.

Even in his dreams, the dark star had never found such raw satisfaction. Even in fantasy, Crowfeather could not have known how cherished he would feel.