RETH
As the first day drew to a close and the sun began to lower, settling over the mountains and turning the mountains purples and the sky a blazing orange behind them, Reth sat, his back to a tree, knees bent up and Elia sitting between his thighs, her back to his chest.
He stroked his fingers through her hair and she shivered under his touch, pressing into him, her backside wiggling against his groin and reminding him of that quiet afternoon. He let a growl of pleasure putter in his throat and she squeezed his knee.
When he'd learned that they would be flying, traveling with others, he'd insisted on bringing a tent. To face this they would need time alone, he knew. So he'd ensured they would at least be out from under other people's eyes.
But after traveling all night, weeping and exhausted, they'd barely eaten and gotten the tent up before they fell into the rolled furs together and immediately to sleep.
