Twilight was the hour of lavender and dark blue. A time that provided peace of mind for some.
Inside a small cavern, two lovers laid together. A mess of printed and embroidered fabrics gave them cover from the floor.
What was intimacy?
Familiar smells, sweat, hushed breaths and warmth.
Leona relaxed against Malleus' chest, the purr of his body made the latter wish to close his eyes too and indulge himself in caressing his lover's tiny ears. The fur felt soft against his touch and Leona shuddered, all vulnerable and exposed.
And without any traces of anxiety.
Merci pour la lecture!