Her delight was needy of the affection solely the spouse could satisfy… and selfish unlike she usually was when duties were involved, Aslak’s company was demanded.
The kisses she took from the ready spouse were returned with as ensimismated flutter and she smiled to the certain touch that caressed her everything…
“Aslak… my love… was this the feeling you experienced whenever not wanting to let go…?”
“? Khkh, you don’t want to let go, Fatædi? Even though you don’t have to?”
“It is troubling… even as my hands have a grasp of you, it is as if not enough… as if this bliss will disappear if my touch ceases to reach you…”
“… Ah… it’s grieving isn’t it?”
“It is…”
