Weaving Tales

*Sparhawk* · 10-30-2020, 08:36 AM

Could a woman be any more perfect? Sparhawk knew that Poem knew. The story hadn't been a work of fiction, but it had been easier to tell it as such. He could see the knowledge and acceptance in her gorgeous eyes. Again that hard pang entered his chest. Was this love? It had to be. The redwood man couldn't decide what else it could possibly be. He'd never felt this before, but he was so, so glad that Poem was the one that he was feeling it with.

The beautiful woman seemed to enjoy his kisses as he confessed his feelings for her. He could see the emotion fill her features and he hoped that she could see the emotion in his own. He wouldn't say it for certain right now. He needed to take time. needed to be sure. He already knew though. He knew that he loved her. There was no harm in taking it slow and separating for a time to make sure that the feelings stayed. They would for him, but he hoped that they would for her.

Poem's words stopped the man in his tracks and he stared hard at her. At first he thought that she was going to turn him away, that she wasn't ready. But she said that she wanted him next to her and that she was falling in love. That was all that he needed from her. Pulling her closer, if possible, Sparhawk kissed her again and again. He kissed her until the fire burned low and sleep began to claim them.

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Weaving Tales

Miss Po-Em

Sparhawk