I want you. That was all it took to melt into her arms. All the winged wolf wanted was to be loved. To feel connection, and have something to hold onto. He trusted Halo, and being wanted by her consumed him. He pulled her gently back onto the blankets of his bedding, his wing knocking into more than one item in her den as he did so. But he was past noticing, or caring. He would care in the morning, especially if anything was broken.
-- fade --
He awoke some time later to the light shining through her den. He blinked, groggy with a headache building behind his eyes. He didn’t know what time it was, and the moment he went to move, he felt weight on his wing. Weight tucked up against him. He looked down to find Halo in his arms, and struggled to remember exactly what happened last night. But heat touched his cheeks. Had they really…?
Marauder
