Never Meant To Hurt You

Haiku grabbed her hip like he owned it and Bowen groaned her pleasure into their melded mouths. Claws pulled through the brute's thick mane as he adjusted his position above her. The woman's silken thighs slid across slick, chocolate fur and she was ready for him to do as he pleased with her. She would gladly take whatever he wanted and needed to give, for she wanted it as well.

This didn't feel like the last time for anything. There was no finality to the act. If it wouldn't be detrimental to his progress, Bowen would love to spend each of their reunions in the same manner. And there would be reunions. It was something that they needed to discuss, but words could be saved for later. This was too important right now. He was too important.

The small smile on Haiku's face just before they were joined brought both a shiver and a gasp from the russet and snow fae. She wanted to see him smile, always. Haiku moved and Bowen moved with him, their bodies locked in a heated dance as the fires of pleasure engulfed them both. The small woman held on, riding out the waves of ecstasy that he always brought her to.

-Fade and time skip-

Later, when the pair lay there in one another's arms, their breath regained, Bowen nuzzled her forehead against Haiku's dark throat just below his chin. Her body ached in all the right ways, but she would be ready for round two as soon as he said the word. They lay there silently for a time, then the fae's muzzle rose, placing a kiss upon Haiku's chin. "There are important things that I want to talk to you about, but only when you're ready." Pale claws continued to comb gently through the brute's coat, rhythmically, soothingly. She was content to talk now or later. Whatever he wished.

"Bowen & Haiku"