Redsand Canyon you were baptized in ice [m]

The exhaustion from the events the previous day and his protective embrace allowed her to sleep soundly through the night… the first time she had done as much in quite some time. She was starting to stir when she felt his nibbles at the back of her neck, reflexively shifting her neck towards him in a craning motion as her eyes slowly dragged open. Not the familiar scents of the tablinum flooding her nose, but the scent that was uniquely him. In an instant, the memories of the night before started to flood back into her mind.
 
She shifted lightly, playfully nipping at him in turn as she remained cuddled against him, eager to embrace his warmth instead of daring to wake up fully and risk needing to step out into the harsher winter weather outside. At some point, her eyes drifted back shut as the sleepiness threatened to overtake her again. Despite the thickness of her pelt being made for colder temperatures, she still hated the cold. It hadn’t even occurred to her that their actions might get them in trouble. Her heat had not yet hit, not as she knew the Matrona’s had… but would the Matrona or Imperator care or was any action of affection subject to such a harsh punishment? These were questions she was not yet awake enough to consider.
 
“Good morning.” The words drawled sleepily from her lips as she finally let her eyes slowly drag open to look up at him, a soft and warm smile on his features. He hadn’t run for the hills yet… that was a good sign, right?