O Bucată Din Inima Mea

By the light of the fire, they had made love to one another. Passionate, desperate love. It was like a total purging and welcoming of their emotions for one another, and by the time they were spent and could separate, Artorias lay on his side across the fur rugs, holding his dear sweet Bowen tight in his arms with her body pressed snugly to his. Amber eyes still smoldered with love while he lost himself deep in the emerald depth's of Bowen's gaze, staring into her eyes while he panted to catch the breath she'd taken from him. He drank her in like a dying wolf in the desert would water, taking in her presence, her warmth, her touch, her smell, her taste still lingering on his tongue, her sounds and breaths still echoing in his ears. He didn't say anything yet, lest he dare ruin this perfect moment with imperfect words. The fire crackled behind him, casting her in waving firelight that made her eyes shine and her body seem to glow. She was flawless. She was his, and he was hers, as much as they possibly could be.

While he basked in the afterglow of their sex, Artorias ran a paw idly up and down Bowen's back and side, his mind reeling with how their relationship had forever changed from this point forward. Bowen would forever have a piece of his heart, and nothing would ever change that. His love for her was realized in its fullest. All the months he'd spent searching in vain for her, all the heartbreak he'd felt at her loss and the unbridled joy he'd felt at her return, it was all the feelings that he'd been blind to. Now, in this quiet moment shared between two lovers in the middle of the night, both of their wildest fantasies and desperate yearnings had been realized. Artorias felt complete; he felt satisfied.

His paw slid slowly up over the edge of Bowen's slender neck, coming up to stroke her cheek and the edge of her jaw. Delicate paw pads followed every subtle line and curve of her, from her lips and chin, the side of her skull, up over those soft ears and down her neck to her shoulder, then every dip and curve of her feminine body between collar and hip. He was loving every part of her, showing his profound affection and intimate connection with her. He could never change what had happened to her, but he could replace the pain with the love he could provide. He wanted to scoop Bowen up and carry her off to bed so badly, to spend the night with her wrapped up in his arms and surrounded by nothing but warmth and protection, but both of them had their respective lovers in their rooms. No doubt Briar and her stranger would know what they'd done, whether they found them in the morning or smelled the two siblings on one another after their coupling tonight. He didn't care about any of that right now though. All of his thoughts were of the beautiful russet and ivory fae held in his forelegs.

Once his breathing had come under control, Artorias guided his mouth back down to Bowen's kissing her with a slow, intimate passion of two star-crossed lovers only just reunited. "You're incredible..." he whispered in husky tones in the quiet of the empty great hall. "No matter what happens from this point on, Bo, I will always love you." He needed her to know that whatever happened in their lives, no matter who they were mated to, he would belong to her in as much as he could give and she would allow. He was too far gone with her to turn back now, and he wouldn't change or give away anything they had for the world. "The guest rooms are empty. Can I keep you for the night?" Briar and whatshisname would know what happened between them anyway. If that was unavoidable, he wanted to savor Bowen and show her the depths of his love and desire as much as he could tonight.

"Bowen & Artorias"