Away From The Chaos

Haiku practically made himself at home in Bowen’s bedroom, though it felt more like their bedroom than just hers. The yearling was completely comfortable here, his arms wrapped around Bowen’s smaller form perfectly. Despite the crazy events he slept peacefully and deeply on that soft bed with her. Usually Bowen was first to wake. He was used to furs on the ground of his den, not incredibly plush beds, blankets, and pillows. Haiku slept like a baby here in the Hallows.

Bowen didn’t have to try very hard to coax him to wakefulness, as she began to stir she pulled him from colorful dreams. Almost on instinct he pulled her tighter, snuggling deeper as he held her a little longer. As he pulled himself from the depths of slumber Haiku began to blink open his eyes as Bowen shifted in his grasp, her chest to his own. He began to blink open his eyes as he felt her lips press to fur and skin before trailing her attention up the line of his jaw.

A deep rumble echoed in his chest as the girl shifted once more, draping her arm around his neck, her claws making rivulets in his fur as she trailed them through his pelt. At the same time she pressed her lips to his, the affection was soft and sweet, everything that Bowen was, but it was so much deeper than loving affection. It was the deep seated need and desire they shared for one another.

Haiku grinned into her kiss, closing his eyes as his paws traced the gentle curve of her waist his pads finally resting on her hips as he pulled her closer to him. "Good morning,” He breathed against her lips when he finally surfaced for air.

"Bowen & Haiku"