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

Fleur felt him shift, her body moving in tandem with his as though made from the same cloth, connected body and soul. The weight of him pressing down onto her crown and the heavy paw that splayed across her belly only solidified the rightness in what they had just shared—what they will continue to share for she could never be done with the Hárkonungr.

She turned her head enough to eye his paw, wondering what it would be like for him to feel the movements of his offspring that she could potentially carry for him. What it might feel like for her to feel little bodies rolling inside her womb. Could there be but little sparks igniting within her at this very moment? 

The thought was both terrifying and exciting.

His words washed over her, her eyes closing shut to soak in the press of his lips to her temple before she lifted from him, smoke-filled eyes gazing into his. The fire still burned within her, and if he continued on this way, they may never leave this den.

Fleur stretched her neck, touching her nose to his in a playful boop. I, too, have longed for your words—for us. This. A deep intake of breath, a further settling of her soul, as she spoke, again, You are who my soul has been trying to find. Not my past, not my memories. It was always you.

Then, her fire sparked, lighting up her sun-kissed eyes. Her muzzle grazed his as her body pressed further into him, lips a hair’s breadth from his ear to whisper, You are mine, Solharr Kaldrhjarta, as I am yours, with every breath I have and beyond that. 

She placed her own paw on top of his, pressing down firmly. The gods have blessed us, my love; I know it. I heard their songs, I felt their power—our love has ignited a future and I will carry it here, for there is nothing else in this world that would bring me the greatest joy.