Lost Creek Hollow my light

she laughed softly, her voice a quiet ripple through the stillness around them. she nuzzled further into sun eater's chest, her nose brushing against the fur warmed by his breath.

honeymoon, she murmured, the foreign word rolling easily off her tongue as she glanced up at him. a time after the wedding when man and wife are alone. seven days to hunt, to rest... and not rest. her pale eyes glimmered with a teasing light, though her voice carried the weight of sincerity. is how we would say it common, maybe.

she shifted, letting her body mold against his warmth, and allowed a small sigh to escape. you could have stolen me, she said after a pause, her tone quieter now, almost reflective. many men would have. but you didn’t. you waited, respected what i needed. it tells me... you are a good man.

her gaze lifted to his, the flicker of humor replaced by something softer, more intimate. thank you, husband to-be. she nestled her head against him again, finding comfort in the steady rhythm of his heart, her own feeling a little less uncertain, a little more sure.