Bearclaw Valley [m] Take care of the sense, and the sounds will take care of themselves

His growl vibrated through her body and made her sorry she had moved away. She was having trouble remembering why she put space between them in the first place until she caught the mesmerized glint of his silver gaze. Hers. She wanted to be the only one who knew what Aves looked like when consumed with passion. So she moved away again, even as she felt him against her hips and the contact sent a blinding flash of need through her body. Her possessiveness won out every time. 

She was as desperate as he was, and once they were within the walls of mosskeep, she stopped and watched him take in her scent; she didn't know why it had changed and she didn't have the presence of mind to look very far into it right then. She went willingly into his arms, his breath against her neck sending a shiver down her spine. She needed no time to adjust, so she impatiently pushed back against him in the hope that it would spur him into action. 

The way she felt, she thought they could do this all day and night and she still wouldn't feel sated; she was more than willing to test that out. She would stay in mosskeep and give herself to him for however long he wanted. After all of the shit they had dealt with lately, it felt right to be here, just the two of them; for these moments, their love was the only thing that mattered.