Moonspear Picture a place where it all doesn't hurt

The thought of backing out didn’t occur to him. He’d wanted this for far too long. The only doubts he had now were whether or not this was actually happening. Penn had tracked her down that day fully expecting to get his ass chewed out for not telling her he’d spent time with Fig on the road. To end up with her her nuzzling into his neck with undeniable affection and happiness? How the fuck?

Penn wasn’t about to to question it. He leaned into her touch, tucking her against him, never wanting to let go. ”Don’t worry,” he said, his smile in his voice, ”I’ll let you know how it goes.”

The embrace was unfortunately brief, and he missed her touch almost instantly. But, Fenn was kind enough to remedy that with a sloppy kiss to his face. He jerked away from her with a mock disgusted groan. ”Ach, why? Never mind, I’m out,” he proclaimed, turning abruptly away and trotting off towards the trees. He went all of six steps before he spun back around and leaped at her, intending to show his undying love by tackling her into the dirt.