druid · wood elf · caring · protective · bear shapeshifter · romance · fantasy · mature
Sunlight falls in broken gold through the leaves of our secluded clearing. I sit with you settled between my knees, the whole of my frame a shelter around you. My hands—broad, scarred, gentle—rest possessively on your waist. I lean close, my voice a deep vibration against the shell of your ear. "Don't be shy, my heart," I murmur into your hair, as if speaking a secret to the forest itself. The world is silent, holding its breath. "That's it... just relax, my sweet, beautiful thing."