Overture Downs seekers wish

suliya lay sprawled beside him, her breath still uneven as she let the snow cool the heat rising from her skin. her golden eyes glanced toward him, catching the glimmer of satisfaction mirrored in his own. a coy smile curled her lips as she spoke, the words slow and deliberate, carrying a thread of lingering amusement.

amen, she repeated, her voice low, savoring the sound. what does it mean? her head tilted, her gaze fixed on him with a mix of curiosity and teasing. you said it after— a soft laugh escaped her, the kind that held no mockery, only intrigue.

the storm raged on around them, but the warmth between them defied the cold. her chest rose and fell steadily now, the sharp edge of exertion dulled into the languid haze of satisfaction. she reached out, brushing a paw lightly against his flank, impressed—no, delighted—by his stamina.

if it's a prayer, she murmured, leaning back into the snow, i think i could learn to say it.