Moonstone Quarry God looks on in abject apathy [m]

When he was too tired to continue, he finally fell aside. The grit of the earth beneath him dusted his dark coat. He had her hooked by one arm, one leg raised up over the small of her back. Haphazard. Breathing raggedly but with great contentment flooding him.

Stay, she said. Her voice was rougher than he anticipated. She pressed herself against him and he sighed, I will, in to the crux of her neck. All day, all night; weeks, if he must. Fixated to her needs and rewarded for the effort, of course he would.