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

always good with me!

he smiled into her fur.
the sound of her laughter—small, secret, warmed by contentment—stirred something primal in him, a need not of flesh but of keeping. of holding close. of anchoring this moment so it would not drift with the seasons.
solharr did not speak yet. he only shifted, careful not to jostle her, only enough to bury his chin in her crown. his paw draped over her middle, broad and steady, fingers splayed like a man guarding something sacred. the silence between them stretched long and golden.
and then, finally:
you laugh like spring, he murmured, voice a gravelled hush. and i would not stop it for all the stillness in the world.
his eyes closed. he let her warmth soak into him, let her scent pull him deeper into that quiet place where the gods had no dominion. here, they seemed to whisper, this is love, not war. this is your altar now.
a breath, shared.
you are fed. you are full. a pause. do you know how long i’ve waited to say that?
another kiss, this time to her temple. long. lingering. almost awed.
and i… his chest rose and fell beneath her, thick with a hush that carried the weight of so much unspoken truth.
i am yours, even now, even quiet.
his paw curled over her belly. not in search. not in claim. just—there.