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As the sun set and the moon waited patiently for her turn under the star, Khartsakhan claimed a cliffside for himself. Legs dangling away from crumbling stone and falling clumps of loose grass and dirt, he supported himself with only his fingers wedged into dangerously small pockets of space. He'd climbed that cliff before. Several times, in fact. Maybe, one day... He'd be the reason that cliffside smoothed into something no one could climb. It'd be a shame, but at least it'd be uniquely his. No one could touch it because he'd shaped it.

Khartsakhan sucked in a tight breath, core engaged as he swung his legs for more power. And in one quick, long jump -- he reached up to hook his fingers around the ledge and slowly pull his body up.

But as his chin cleared the cliff, those golden eyes lifted and he could have sworn he saw Her above him. Hands on her hips, stark naked as the warm, orange glow of the sun outlined her body. She was beautiful, even as those coral hues squinted down at him. 'Prove it,' she'd said to him that night. And, unlike never before... He wanted to. Her way.

Pushed down to his knees, he lost himself in her. And he didn't immediately take control of the situation like he usually would. It was so unlike himself that it gripped his mind for bells and bells after they were both breathless and their bodies were left useless. He'd proved it to her, right? That he loved her. That he was sorry. Because he was.