The desperate need he aroused in her would not be tucked quietly into its corner, there only when it was convenient. It raged and stormed and demanded, as she had always believed love should do.

I’m gonna kiss you now,' he murmured, and she mmmd and tightened her fingers in his sweater, and then his mouth was on hers and his heart shouted a resounding yes. Her lips parted under his, accepting him, taking him in. It was like coming home after an eternity away. The rightness of it flooded through him, urging him to take more, to have more, and he burned with it, fighting the need that rose up, so fierce and urgent it overwhelmed him.

Have I not had enough time with my brave warrior to learn that she bends without breaking, that her courage is her strength and her grace the light sustaining her heart?