Hushed Willows [m] I'll grow bitters on the borders of your whistling skin

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He filled all of her senses, surrounded her with his scent and his warmth, and his tears brought her own after a time. She had done this; she had brought this happiness to him. And he loved her.

All Reverie had ever wanted was to be enough, finally. And she was.

Oh, now you're making me cry, She laughed tearfully, kissing his nose. You're welcome. I never thought anyone could be - happy with me, like this. She buried her nose in his ruff, trailing kisses along the side of his neck and down his shoulder. Mm... why are you so... so distracting. Less a question than an observation; she pressed closer, heart racing now.

And how'd I land the most beautiful man this side of the mountains? Her kisses turned to preening, her voice a playful murmur. Come spring I'll be fighting off hordes of jealous women.

Their affection turned heated after a time. There were no more words after that; only the tangling sound of their wildly beating hearts.