Humans are fragile beings in the face of those whom they love, or even minutely like. Even the most strongest of men would fall to the feet of their beloveds when they'd come home from long battles.
Though, Finn had not been out battling dragons or winning wars; and Alora had not been standing over the ledge of a window, looking out and waiting for her husband to come by as she knitted a sweater in his memory.
But their racing hearts, the warmth of their bodies and the passion exchanged between their gazes was something akin to love stories subtly told in between torn pages of old ballads.
Alora straddling Finn, her slender thighs enveloping his waist, his soft body pressed against his hard chest, her short hair moving with the swift warm breaths she took. Their eyes searching for answers as Finn's hands travelled over her back, mapping its smooth expanse and his mouth leaned closer, pressing feathery kisses over her delicate neck.
