Swiftcurrent Creek [m] The Road Ahead

"Yes." He replied hoarsely, his mouth suddenly feeling dry. He licked his lips to moisten them. "It is the call every woman's body will experience." He opened his mouth to elaborate further, but a single word she had uttered, struck him now. It was as if his ability to register it had been delayed, his brain sluggish from the intoxicating effects of her scent.

Him. He haunted her thoughts. 

Beneath him, all around them, the world dropped and faded away. She was a pure image of stark white in an endless void of darkness. But then, hadn't she always been in their shared lives together? Now, her physical meaning was so much more real. So much more significant. 

His usually sharp, harsh glacial eyes allowed themselves to dim with a certain softness, edged with their ever lingering intensity. The lone, sole surviving Duskfire heir now looked on Sovereign in a completely different light. It had always been there before, this feeling. Nothing more than a spark, tickling at the back of his mind. Now it flared to life. In her he saw so much more than he had during his teenage years. And so much, so like him. He glimpsed the future, with her embedded in it, closer than ever. More than a friend or a youthful crush.

His legs felt like lead as he came towards her, one step at a time. Taking in the lines of her face, the vibrancy of her eyes. Or the strong curves of her matured frame, the luster to her coat. Her scent, how it reeled him in so. He reached to touch her on the cheek, in a soft, fevered kiss. Wrapping a leg possessively around her shoulder. "Say you be mine, Sov. Not only now, but tomorrow, until our dying day. I need you."