"The Morning After"

Dawn had long since broken over the unfamiliar woodlands to the west of Camp
Willow, but sleep still clamed the two creatures now trapped by snow in the
hidden cave. Ashdark awoke first, contented affection shining through his
half-open gray eyes as he beheld Runnalon's still-slumbering form on top of him.
Wrapping his arms around his lover, Ash buried his face and Runn's neck and
opened his mouth, massaging the fur and muscle with desperate tongue and lips.
Breathing heavily, Ashdar's passionate overture quickly became more intense.
Runnalon awoke, startled, and was almost instantly lost in the sensuality of Ash's
touch. Leaning downward, Runn breathed gently on the top of Ash's head and put
his tongue gently into Ashdark's ear, licking and exhaling. Ashdark moaned
and quickly shifted his paws until they were stroking the inside of Runnalon's
thighs. Before their love could come to a climax, Ashdark pulled away, panting.
Runn came back to earth slowly, shuddering with pleasure then calming as Ash
withdrew.

"Wh...wh...why'd you stop?" Runn gasped.

"I feared to hurt you...remember, you are wounded." Came Ashdark's reply from
somewhere near Runnalon's shoulder. His eyes, now clouded by the recent
memory of pleasure to a swamp-green, widened in shock as the pain returned to the
gash on his head. Runn laughed sheepishly. "I had forgotten," he confessed.

"Well I hadn't," said Ashdark calmly, "and I won't let you start bleeding
again. Besides," he continued, running his tongue up the white-furred neck and
sending shivers down Runn's spine, "I've got to tease you a bit." He flashed a
dashing smile at his new lover and laughed "Now get off me, ye great lump, and
I'll get us some breakfast." With a rueful grin, Runnalon rolled gingerly to
one side and lay back. Rising, Ashdark could not help but linger and stare at
the handsome male warrior before him. Resisting the impulse to kiss him, Ash
turned on his heel and strode from the cave, infatuation lighting his eyes to a
radiant silver.