Hushed Willows [m] Take what you are, make it sacramental

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There had been a fear in her, just for a moment, that Boone would not want her. That fear dissolved in his embrace as quickly as it had bloomed; for the first time, Reverie began to understand that she could trust him. Here they were, tired and stretched to their limits; here they were, finding comfort in one another, in the passionate twining of warm flesh and eager mouths. He reached for her as she reached for him, even now, even under all the burden she'd brought to his life. He wanted her.

There were tears in her eyes by the time their breaths had steadied and the afterglow glistened like morning dew on their skin. Her thighs threatened mutiny until she settled into her husband's embrace. She peppered soft kisses across his face. I love you, Reverie murmured, and again, and again, and then for a time she lapsed into silence. She traced the hard lines of his wrist with a delicate touch.

When the overwhelming intensity of feeling finally died some, not entirely but enough to feel bearable, she glanced at him a bit shyly. Boone... I've been wondering - well, about your life before you met me. I remember what you've told me. About the isle, and about your parents before that. But what about - the time between? Was it odd to ask this now? Reverie, in her inexperience, was uncertain — but she hoped that Boone wouldn't mind. She was intensely curious to know what sort of life had created him, this man she'd so quickly come to love and, more than anyone before him, trust. Not completely, maybe never completely (because she was broken; because that part of her might never be whole), but she had promised him forever. She'd promised him all of herself, whether he knew it or not. And it felt strange, though maybe it wasn't as strange as it felt, to be so content in the knowledge that she would never see the world as she'd once thought she would. Because of him; because he would be her world to explore.

She'd told herself otherwise, once, but time and experience had taught her: this was all she'd ever really wanted.