Cedar Sweep romance

down they go, into the snow;

brilliant flames and the myriad embers and wreckage that follows.

Avicus sighs as he engulfs her, body held fast against his, and while she is not entirely submissive—her lips are still curled in a snarl, her eyes flashing—she eases herself enough to allow him to. . .

well.

they'd danced this dance before, and they most surely will again before her time is up.

i am fading to black here :) we can continue or have a more current thread, whatever you prefer!