Moonstone Quarry [M] Do you dare to tame my fire?

Teeny bit of PP to help set the scene after the fade, hope that’s okay!

if you carry the dawn, 

i will carry the night. 

if you carry life,

i will carry you

Nothing more was needed for her to surrender, utterly and completely, her soul devastated and stitched back together so deliciously in his worship. He gave and she took, greedily, hungrily; she gave and he took, for this karnal act was theirs, and theirs alone. 

Their coming together was another melting, a death of what once was to what will be, like a phoenix rising from the ashes left behind in the infernal destruction of a Sun God and his wildflower. 

God-song blew around them, a melody of blessings raining down to solidify what she so desperately wanted to be true:

Home. Family. Hers.

LATER. . .

The fire had settled within her, satisfied and sated, enough so that she had been able to think a little clearer and with a little less desperation. 

Her belly had rumbled, embarrassingly loud, a new want in the pit of it—a want for sustenance. She had voiced it, he had provided, and now they both laid within their den amongst the many furs, an exhaustion washing over them both.

His heartbeat a steady lullaby as she rested against his chest, a paw softly disturbing his fur in lazy circles. She was silent, only the sounds of their breathing echoed around them now. 

Cuddling into him tighter, she let loose a contented sigh, a smile hidden from him in the depths of his fur as she breathed him in. There was a shyness now, so different than the Fleur she had been, the one that openly begged him to bend her to his will.

She huffed a soft beat of laughter, warming the fur she pressed herself into, the sound of it muffled.