Moonspear One Must Hide when the sun gets higher

The star flecked Archer was on cloud nine. Sure, she had lain with Alaric before. And last year, Argent. But this was the first time she had ever felt so blissed out. This was different. Something with a deeper meaning, she knew.

Nestled away inside the cozy warmth of his den, she lay with him. He was so thoughtful in grooming her in those tough to reach places. Even she took the extra time to go over every hair on his body. Smoothing it down, polishing away any blemishes. 

Around her shoulders he had donned a thick goat skin. She nuzzled into it, but soon pulled him close. Coaxing him too, to come burrow under it with her. Partially on her back she laid, neck gently craned so she could look up at him. With the most adoring look in her eyes, no less. 

"Alaric...you are an incredible man. No one has ever made me feel the way you just did." Her voice was thick, full of sweet sincerity.