Moonspear moody blue

Meerkat pretzeled herself against him like two complicated puzzle pieces. After his conversation with Sialuk Njord knew he would do anything she wished, comfortable or not.

A small chuckle rumbled from his chest, smitten. “Och,” the Scottish sound telegraphed that she had no reason to apologize. “My bonnie wife, if ye can find rest like this, then I could lay here forever,” he assured her. In this position, he could not turn to kiss her, but he angeled his cheek towards her all the same. “Sleep well, my dear,” he wished as the jingle of the song-maker in the breeze created a calm ambiance.