Wheeling Gull Isle nemiyon

My sunshine, he murmured against her throat, teeth pressing ever so gently into the tendon there when her scent stole his breath again.

When he drew back a moment later and saw tears in her eyes, Caracal frowned. Had he hurt her? There was nothing upset about her expression, though. Perhaps these were happy tears.

Nonetheless, he kissed them away before moving back again at her question. He didn’t know if there was some sort of ritual to this. He just assumed they made the vow to one another. Perhaps they could—no, should—do something to commemorate it.

Would you like to do anything special to mark the occasion, he asked, smiling softly as he tacked on, wifey?

There was one thing he could think of that would be a very fitting way to celebrate, though Caracal was still doing his best to resist her siren call. Surely she would be in the mood to consummate their marriage at some point, though he hadn’t forgotten her boundaries. It was hard (lol) but he intended to respect them and wait for Heda to initiate.