Gained and lost

Losing themselves in each other was a dance from ancient times. She pulled and passionately groaned as he went deeper. Unrestrained she'd whine to him for more until they were both spent.

She hummed against his chest as he kissed her cheek. She slowly opened and blinked at him as he told her how he missed her. She sighed in agreement.

She felt his paw over the raised mark on her cheek and turned subtly away so he could better see the mark and feel it. Her golden eyes looked away with a soft gentle gleam, a little guilt, a little regret shadowed over her gaze—a branding of a sort, the branding of his claim over her in a way.

He spoke and she chuckled at his admission. She was about to retort that they couldn't get anything done because they barely kept themselves off each other when they were together, but she paused as he admitted his greatest fear. She sighed and pushed into his paw that held her scar so tenderly. It was his greatest vulnerability she knew already, and it would be utterly cruel to hold it as a weapon over him. She wasn't cruel.

"Never. We will be like the sun and the sky, never one without the other, the rain and the clouds, fire and heat." She vowed poetically, then painted her tongue over his chest.

"Ignita"