it’s  hard  to  catch  his  breath     &     he  knows  some  of  it  comes  from  training ,     but  other  half     :     it  has  to  be  how     close     he  is  to  her .     hasn’t  felt  like     this     for  someone  in  a  long  time ,     it  doesn’t  happen  often  and  quite  frankly ,     it’s  not  like  he  has  had  the  time  before  now .     they  have  been  dancing  around  each  other  for  some  time     :     but  still ,     he  isn’t  sure  about  it .     this  tension  that  has  been  building  up ,     something  that  coils  inside  him  that  he  hasn’t  been  sure  how  to  voice .     how  to  put  words  to ,     how  to  categorize .     but ,     he  knows  that  when  he  kiss  her ,     it  doesn’t  feel     wrong .     and     she     isn’t     pushing     him     away .     instead  she  kiss  him  back ,     tension  between  shoulders  is  slowly  released     &     he  sinks  deeper  into  her .     the  hand  wrapped  around  wrist ,     moves  so  palm  of  his  hand  is  against  hers     :     fingers  intertwine  with  hers     &     he  find  himself  leaning  into  her  touch ,     kissing  her  slow ,     like  he  has  all  the  time  in  the  world . 

           corner of his lips pull into a brief, small smile when she speaks. his features grow soft, expression turned into one of  warmth  and affection as he gazes at his houmon. he doesn’t waste much time in obeying the command, peeling off his coat as he approaches. there’s a pause to kick off his boots and then finally he leans down, bracing his arms on either side of her on the mattress as he kisses her lips.  “  ai don mema yu we, niron,  ”  voice rumbles out a quiet murmur. coming  home  is always a relief. he is loathe to be far from the capitol, much less outside of azgeda. he spent far too much time away. he has so little desire to have to be parted from it again. even for such short amounts of time in comparison to those three winters. when he joins her in bed, he is nearly half on top of her, holding himself up on one side as a free hand lifts to cup her face. roan kisses her lips again and   nuzzles   against her a moment  “  enthing nodoba kom au gaim ai don ste audahir?  ”   

the warmth of his body against hers is welcome;    she accepts him all too willingly,   a hand lifting to card gently through his hair.    the night of his departure,   as they exchanged whispered words and gentle kisses,    she believed she could not love him more.   a lifetime of pretending had led to this:   more love for this human than she dreamed possible.   now, she realizes how foolish she was    ---- how exponentially her love for him can grow with each passing day.   how much stronger it will grow in many moons,   when they bring new life into azgeda.   ‘   sha,  ’    she murmurs,   dark eyes flickering over his features.    she wants to commit this moment to memory,     memorize precisely how he looks at she shares the announcement with them.   letting her forehead rest against his,   echo offers him a small smile.   ‘   ai gada emo getnes in.  ’