cleanliness is close to godliness

He would never be able to voice his feelings to the one he loved, and even if he did the words would be strained and quiet. Not even capable of encompassing how he really felt. So he relied on his actions, from everyday little tasks like this, to the more obvious physical affections that they shared. She leaned into him and put her arms around him as well, holding almost as tightly as he metaphorically swept her off her paws. He knew there was more work to be done yet, but now that she was wrapped in his embrace there wasn’t much to be done. Ysmir loved this beautiful woman with all of his heart, she was his family now. He would do absolutely anything to see that lovely smile. Ysmir didn’t want to see her cry or be scared ever again.

The dark coated man was leaning into her kiss, his eyes closed and the rest of the world disappeared as he lost himself in her lips. Both of them were surprised with the sound of the door closing behind them. He pulled away enough to look up towards the door where Gwyn’s raven had pushed the door shut. Ysmir couldn’t help the chuckle that fell from his lips as his lovely lady returned her bashful gaze to him. Now that they were in private he could divulge again. This time he really did sweep her off her feet, laying her down against the soft furs at the center of the room. He ran one dark paw down her side, his toes drifting through her luxurious fur. He trailed down her side and rounded against her hip, pulling her closer to him.

Ysmir grinned down at her, holding her tightly against him. Wishing so bad that he could tell her how much he loved her, but just as eager to show her.

"Gwynevere & Ysmir"