Stir the coals

He grinned up at her at that. He’d been doing plenty of thinking with Ignita. Too much, perhaps. Too much planning and worrying and wondering at their future. He return her kisses, and let it delve into something more. By the time they were done, the fire had run low and darkness had well and truly settled around them. He slept, utterly spent and exhausted, but well sated with her.

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He rose when he felt her move, though his own waking was a little sluggish. He’d never felt so spent, and his sleep had been long and deep. He let out a soft rumble when she kissed his muzzle. He wasn’t sure he’d have the strength for another round, but when he opened his eyes and looked at her fiery gaze, he thought about the time they would spend apart.

That woke him enough to offer her a mischievous grin, and raise a paw slowly around her. Instead of flipping them quickly, this time he did it slowly. Shifting until she was beneath him, so that she would know exactly what he intended. “Good morning, my love.” He whispered breathlessly in her ear and took her one last time before he’d have to hit the road.