[Of course there is still that passion, that greed, that heated desire that always burns between them, but it has certainly become much more than that, especially in recent months. It's hard to tell when this began, or what feelings had started when, but although there is that heat that lingers beneath her lips as she kisses him again, and the heat that trails after her fingertips as they roam over him, there is something softer there, too.
Something more tender and loving. More affectionate and grateful. The things that convey all of the feelings that she wishes she could say, where words do not feel like enough anymore. Though, that has always been the way with them, but she feels it especially more so tonight again.
After the gifts and the celebrations, and perhaps a little bit of the wine contributed to it too, it is hard not to feel those things. The deeper, stronger feelings that she once tried so hard to run from—they once frightened her, and sometimes they still do with their depth for fear of drowning. But no longer does she want to run. Instead, she lets them come, allows those waves to lap at her as she eases into the warmth that they have to offer.
It is funny to think that a whole Winterstide ago, she would have been so hesitant to accept it and now here they are, celebrating it together in their home—the one that they have made together from the ground up. She may never stop thinking of it that way, but she's not sure that she wants to. And slowly but surely, they keep adding all these little things to it, those gifts included.
And she can safely say that after today, she will be looking forward to every Winterstide with him to come, even if it is more simpler, like time spent in front of the fire together keeping warm.
But as always with them, what starts out slow and sweet and tender never stays that way for long. It is difficult for it not to turn into something more with her in the lead, as she wants him to know just how grateful she is.
... As well as make good on her promise to get back at him for what he had done earlier, making him chase her around. It will be his turn to chase her in the end. Yet even then... there is a new flame kindled alongside all of the others that burn so very bright these days, and one that will burn for the many, many Winterstides to come. She would say that she hopes, but tonight, she makes that same vow she always does—that it will be for many, many more.
And if anyone is wondering where they are come morning, they will be out of luck, because part of her plan is to keep him in bed with her for as long as possible as the snow continues to fall and the colder, brisker air makes its way into the Roost. They'll remain safe and snug tangled up in their sheets until it's time for that new coffee.]
💚💜 fin.
[Of course there is still that passion, that greed, that heated desire that always burns between them, but it has certainly become much more than that, especially in recent months. It's hard to tell when this began, or what feelings had started when, but although there is that heat that lingers beneath her lips as she kisses him again, and the heat that trails after her fingertips as they roam over him, there is something softer there, too.
Something more tender and loving. More affectionate and grateful. The things that convey all of the feelings that she wishes she could say, where words do not feel like enough anymore. Though, that has always been the way with them, but she feels it especially more so tonight again.
After the gifts and the celebrations, and perhaps a little bit of the wine contributed to it too, it is hard not to feel those things. The deeper, stronger feelings that she once tried so hard to run from—they once frightened her, and sometimes they still do with their depth for fear of drowning. But no longer does she want to run. Instead, she lets them come, allows those waves to lap at her as she eases into the warmth that they have to offer.
It is funny to think that a whole Winterstide ago, she would have been so hesitant to accept it and now here they are, celebrating it together in their home—the one that they have made together from the ground up. She may never stop thinking of it that way, but she's not sure that she wants to. And slowly but surely, they keep adding all these little things to it, those gifts included.
And she can safely say that after today, she will be looking forward to every Winterstide with him to come, even if it is more simpler, like time spent in front of the fire together keeping warm.
But as always with them, what starts out slow and sweet and tender never stays that way for long. It is difficult for it not to turn into something more with her in the lead, as she wants him to know just how grateful she is.
... As well as make good on her promise to get back at him for what he had done earlier, making him chase her around. It will be his turn to chase her in the end. Yet even then... there is a new flame kindled alongside all of the others that burn so very bright these days, and one that will burn for the many, many Winterstides to come. She would say that she hopes, but tonight, she makes that same vow she always does—that it will be for many, many more.
And if anyone is wondering where they are come morning, they will be out of luck, because part of her plan is to keep him in bed with her for as long as possible as the snow continues to fall and the colder, brisker air makes its way into the Roost. They'll remain safe and snug tangled up in their sheets until it's time for that new coffee.]