"I am yours for life..."

Eleanor slowly leaned in to Conaan, his scent, beautiful, manly, alive. His eyes drifted to a close before she even got to him, her hands slowly moving his hair away.

"My King," she whispered before slightly reaching to hold him, her lips grazing his forehead in a sweet, short, longing kiss.

He let out a small sigh as her lips trailed slowly down to his eyes, then the space between them. It didn't feel like he hadn't been around for months. It felt like she had only briefly been away from him, and everything he had made her feel before that was very much alive....