all i've ever wanted

He closed his eyes, leaning into her kiss, and rested his muzzle alongside hers afterwards. Breathing in the scent of her, the sanity and warmth and realness. She was the calm in the storm his world had become, and gods he needed her. He was afraid he would hurt her again, afraid that he would mess it up. That his need and desires and insanity would mix together into something toxic - but she was not afraid. He would have to trust that, trust her, as he once had.

“Tomorrow” he agreed softly. Let responsibilities catch up to them then. He opened his eyes again, looking to her soft features with a sly grin. “We still have that mead to drink, as well”


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