Moonstone Quarry And I pray that I'll make it before the night's up

If it is anything you wish to share, I am all ears. Her ears flicked in humor, eyes crinkling at the sides as a soft chuckle escaped her.

I promise to stay quiet. She winked at him sheepishly. 

Maybe in sharing you might…rest easier Here, with me, maybe, she added to herself. There would be no protest on her end, of course, but she wouldn’t press. The fact he was willing to be by her side to provide her comfort was enough. 

Even now, she could feel sleep trying to pull her under, the warmth that permeated her den and the close proximity of Solharr was a lullaby she fought hard to ignore. 

He deserved her presence, deserved so much more in exchange for what he has so readily given her.

Yet, she couldn’t help the way her eyes had a mid of their own, the way they slowly roamed over his face, down over battle-earned scars, then over muscles that have clearly been honed by years of hard work and dedication; his body a weapon, used to protect and to serve.

Still, she couldn’t help but to wonder what his body felt like against hers if she gave in, if the small distance between them was no more than a dream.