They had only one night to be lovers before. There hadn't been time to enjoy the rapture or the affection that they shared. There had barely been any time for them to learn anything about each other's bodies. Now, they were allowed that opportunity. Now they could bask in everything that they adored about the other.

She traced his scars with her tongue, biting on the skin and memorizing his flesh. She ran her hands along his torso and towards his hips. He was so muscular and lean, the life they shared full of nothing but hard living.

But she found him beautiful and perfect, admiring his ability to survive and his need to share all of this with her. Wanting her. It warmed her better than the dying fire and electrified her more than the storm outside.