Forever and Always

His sweet, sweet Poem. She was such an innocent. Such a lady. Waiting for this night had been well worth it. Hours later as the pair lay together on the thick bison fur, Sparhawk nuzzled into the fur at the back of her ears. "You are perfect, Po-em." His tongue worked its way over her ears and the top of her head as he groomed her again. He was so lucky to have her. So lucky that they were together and had met in that shiny, glowing cave so long ago.

"We have priyem? Eh...party? Big gathering to tell family and friends?" He couldn't think of the word for it in her tongue. It didn't matter. She would understand. Sparhawk pulled his woman close and gave her a squeeze. He thought of the future. Maybe they would have children. Perhaps he could teach Poem how to make mead so that they could make their own brand together. There were so many possibilities for them.

"Moya nevesta," he purred as he sank down to lay fully on his side. The man was tired now, but he hummed his bride a soft, low tune as they lay there together.