Swiftcurrent Creek Indigo

not sure if you want to fade this and have another, or keep going but I'm game for whatever!

She is a flame that burns even in the cold water of the river. Beautiful in the first hint of moonlight, he finds himself wondering how her eyes glow in the stark darkness of the night-- of the warm afternoon sun. The daybreak of morning...

... how beautiful she would be in the autumn, with the leaves painted around her.

It's a pipe dream. Even with the burn of berries he knows it--that this mysterious woman was not here for refuge or to stay. The thought leaves him with a shroud of disappointment. One he cannot dwell on right now, and he instead chooses to live in the moment. Especially a moment as beautiful as her.

Her touch elicits a rumble from him, his gaze sharp as his eyes follow her movements.

He follows her--captivated. Reaching for her, gentleness given only until consent and then his touch becomes reverent... unbridled. His need for her encased in the kisses he offers as he explores her, the crooning growls of his praise. 

He would pull her to him--would fit her against him as if she had always belonged there. And for a night, he could pretend that she did.