Lost little lamb

Ignita’s voice broke through the silence that had fallen once he had said his piece, and he looked down at her forward. The backs of her ears, the parts of her he could see that weren’t facing the fire. He leaned forward, brushing his chin against the back of her head, his breath tickling her ears.

She turned back to him, and said it again. Stronger. He cupped his paw under her chin, turning her face towards him and leaning into a deep, passionate kiss. All his feelings for Ignita… the heat and fire that blazed through him. The desire that became immediately obvious as he pressed his lips to hers with desperate need.

When he finally released her, his eyes fell on hers. “I want that too. But we will be patient, and we’ll do it right.” but they would do it. Children would be in their future.


"Basilisk Fatalis"