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Gathered in G'raha's arms, Maya felt a serene peace beyond words. Laying against him in the windowsill with the midday sun streaming in through the glass upon her face had her feeling overwarm and sleepy. G'raha's thumb working small circles into her side did little to rouse her. A soft ruffle of fur on fur, their tails waving lazily and brushing against one another, soothed her. To be with him was to be at peace. She let loose a sigh of contentment.
"Mm, good day?" G'raha purred. As she nodded, she felt his nose nuzzle into her hair. The sensation of his breath on her ear made her shiver.
"Perfectly idyllic," Maya whispered in reply. "I'm sure we look the part of absolute domesticity."
G'raha hummed, low and soft. Even he seemed to sense the fragile mood in the air. A quiet day, a rare and gentle moment where they were able to just be. His arms bundled her ever closer to him and suddenly began to pepper her face with tender kisses. Maya laughed, a breathy, joyful sound, as she turned to capture his lips with her own.
Kissing him was a divinity beyond anything she could have ever imagined. So long was their pining before that every touch and point of contact felt like a stolen gift. She twisted in her seat so she could better face him, hands coming up to tangle in his loose, long hair. He tasted of tea, smiling against her mouth. Her fingers traced a line down his face and along the side of his neck, earning a gasp of surprise. She hungrily caught up the sound between her lips, greedy for all the happiness she could give him. He deserved nothing less.
Strong arms crushed her to his chest, his head tilting to deepen their kisses. The movements were slow, tender, but smoldered with the intensity of a man half-starved for affection. A man who so dearly, truly, ardently loved her . Someone who never asked for anything, but deserved the most generous of boons in the form of kindness and warmth.
And oh, how she would endeavor to nourish him in all ways.