Lost but found with you

You're so cold

but you feel alive

An Ursur? Please, as if that would ever actually happen. She thought he was being ridiculous, and was about to tell him so when he stifled the words on her tongue with a kiss that had her quiver, her body moving to meet his as his hips shifted into hers again. Maea heard what he said, shuddered under the growl, at the idea of being devoured like he promised, and did not fully comprehend the consequences of it all until he suddenly let go. Withdrew, leaving her cold and aching, a hungry-eyed mess of tangled hair and ruffled clothes pushed deep into the snow. Her lips were puffy and red from the kisses, cheeks flushed from lust, and when Sunjata didn't come back she whimpered mournfully, pressing her thighs together around the ache that pooled there, so sadly starved for attention.

Her grip tightened on him for a moment. Did not want to let him go, wanted to make him continue, keep touching her. Then, very reluctantly, she sighed. Gave up. Was this really happening? Sunjata, saying no? Surely the world was about to end soon.

"Fine... Home it is then." And she pulled her hands back. Set them to the awkward task of getting his clothes back on properly again. And hers, even though what she really wanted was to remove them all completely. Maea did not need a bed. Nor was she scared of ursurs. But if her love said he wanted a bed, then he would get a bed.

She did wonder if he would be so happy about this idea once he realized how long getting back would take them, though. It seemed a fitting consequence for leaving her in this state; so the girl did not inform him.

lay your hands on me

one last time

MAEA

don't you know i'm no good for you?

Oh, but it is a true fear. To be unprepared when in the wilds, and from what he’s heard these areas are dangerous — far more than the cold could ever give. He, too, is reluctant to pull away. His gaze searching her face when he finally does, hears the whimpers and huffs a small sigh to her, releasing his hold on her to tuck her hair behind her ear. A small smirk crossing the corner of his lips.

He withdraws fully now, letting her piece herself back together enough that she turns and adjusts his own as well, though he helps. He certainly needs a second to relax a bit, to put himself together enough to reluctantly go back to the traps to check them.

With the shawl back on Maea as he stands, the cold returns to him fiercely, and he shudders a sigh through it before going toward Maea once more and leaning down to kiss the top of her head and brush a small amount of snow off the shawl, before going to gather the ropes.

Then with that accomplished, he goes to help her check the traps and the incredibly long trip to the tavern.

— FIN for Sunjata!

i've learned to lose, you can't afford to

SUNJATA