Seaside Appreciation

Roan's level of skill didn't matter at all to Iolaire. Sure, he fumbled a bit, but they were together. They were learning one another. She wasn't as suave as she planned to be either, but it didn't matter. Roan loved her and he loved her well. When they were finished, she sprawled on the oxen fur beside him, a dazed, half smile lingering on her features. She was full, she was satiated, she was... tired.

Rolling over, Iolaire curled her small form against Roan's much larger frame. The fire, which had been coals before, was naught but a few glowing embers. She could add more wood to it, but she was just so damn comfortable. Her blinks were be coming longer and longer until eventually they ceased. Io fell asleep with the man that she admitted to loving. Were things finally falling into place for her? It would seem so.

-Time skip or exit?-