Redtail Rise [m] Sīkärr

Protrusion and all are featherlight within the norseman’s strong grip, maneuvering them both into place. Ayovi laughs, and kisses him through the laughter, grazing her lips on his landmarks; unerring despite the gathering dark. “I have been thinking of nothing but you and me— like this— all through the meeting,” she confesses sheepishly in ute, a language he will not understand.
Knowing their world was going to get much harder, knowing the challenges of both politics and parenthood awaited them in the months to come—
Ayovi dreamed only of this.