Bitterroot Valley I waited for you

sega’s breath stirred between them, warm as a hearthstone.

her shy whisper sank straight into him, settling deep, and the way she looked at him—stars caught in blue—made his chest tighten with something fierce and tender all at once.

you are going, he murmured, voice low. to keep me busy.

his muzzle dipped, catching her mouth in a slow, sure kiss—one hand at her shoulder, drawing her close but never trapping, only holding. when she yielded, he followed, tasting her breath, her warmth, her yes.

another kiss, softer. then one brushed to her cheek. one to her jaw. one to the place below her ear that made his own pulse stumble.

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