Ouroboros Spine [m] goldstone

"moonthorn then," chickadee uttered in a voice that trembled with a thousand things as kivaluk wound his — very strong! — arms around her and she felt the press of his teeth against the most sensitive parts of her ear.
two things happened when kivaluk made his admission; the first was that chickadee's eyes filled with immediate tears, the second was that this pooling of desire flitted its way through her spine; "the day you taught me to swim, i think i — i think i knew. i think i saw it. because i already felt it."
her heart was racing. "uummat" chickadee whispered, raising a paw to touch his face, to smile into it as she wound her embrace around his shoulders; her pulse was galloping; chickadee knew no more words would be necessary.
instinctively she knew what she wanted, what they both did; to put in into practice produced such a sense of shyness that she could only laugh breathlessly, unsure of herself now but not unsure of him.
of them.
"i love you too, kivaluk."