Noctisardor Bypass Be my rest, be my fantasy

She laughs as she’s pulled closer, wreathing herself comfortably around him.

“I might know a fix for that,” she whispers suggestively before settling a lasting kiss into his fur, what’s become commonplace but sends a little shudder through her each time. She breathes him in. His touch, his scent separates him from anyone else in her memory. Maybe she doesn’t need to go back. Maybe they can just stay this way.

But her mouth begins to hunt for words she knows she has to say, even when speaking them feels so inexplicably wrong.

“I have to return soon,” she finally whispers, staying silent for a stretch of time before continuing, “Whatever happens… I don’t have any expectations, Fig.”

She refused to view this week with him as one long accident, and it was important for him to know this, that he was free of any obligation he might have felt to her when all is said and done. That she cared about him and wanted his happiness- even if that meant letting go.

“And I don’t regret any of it.”