Emberwood Sundew [m]

Some part of him was still afraid, and that part only grew stronger as she began to speak of gods. Kel was never quite sure how to feel about religion. Some of it seemed, to him, rooted heavily in mental unwellness. Other times it wasn't so bad, but he still found himself unsettled when confronted by it.
Overall he was finding little appeal in this woman aside from her scent and her enchanting green eyes — but the chance to be a father...
It was forbidden. He had to remind himself of that, but he couldn't think clearly with that scent all around... Kel. And if I follow you... then what? There was only curiosity in his tone, though he knew he wasn't doing a great job at hiding his nerves. There was nothing Kel hated more than uncertainty. This situation held quite a bit of it — because romance, desire, those were things he'd never dared to touch and still would not reach for. He wasn't sure if that was what she wanted, but he knew it wasn't what he wanted. He wanted children, and for the first time he was daring to allow himself that want. Just a little, before he turned back for Riverclan.
It wasn't as if he'd actually leave them, he thought, mostly to reassure himself.