Blacktail Deer Plateau [m] While everything is spinning beneath til it falls like glass

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His teeth, his tongue; she found herself unprepared, falling to trembling pieces under him. His scent and his voice and his warmth, soft skin against skin. But it was more than that. It was shivering souls bared and brushing delicate fingertips over the scars, tracing faded words of old love letters, breathing new color into pale shadows of every promise broken. Her lips found his, low sounds in her throat spilling against his tongue.
And he lit her to flame, to scarlet and gold flickering under her skin and in all her veins, and he was hers. She whispered fervent words of affection, encouragement, voice breaking into breathless little whines until the flames consumed them both. It was only his name on her lips, then.
And she was his.

In the aftermath she felt breathless; raw; stripped of the flimsy walls she held around her and left in a blind trembling fog. Boone held her, and she tucked herself tightly against him, as if his embrace was the only safe place in the world. But her fear had finally found her. She was quiet, and perhaps Boone sensed her anxiety. Her eyes had been closed, but they flickered open when she felt his touch at her lips.
I... Reverie faltered, shivering. I'm afraid. Of this - us. She held him close even as she spoke of fear. I'm afraid that you... that you'll change your mind. And she buried her face in his fur, seeking comfort.