Phoebie had long given up trying to find the name for her Familiar. She just called him 'R' now. He said it would come to her in the right time, and he was in no rush. He actually seemed to like the little nickname, so she stuck with it until his True Name found them. As he hovered over her, her hands buried in his soft, fluffy hair, she nearly teared up. She had come so close to loosing him.
“Phoebie? Are you ok?” He asked abruptly, pausing with his lips lingering over her collarbone. She nodded, fighting back the tears.
“I just... I love you R.” Phoebie mumbled, her voice strangled. He made a soft keening noise in his throat and his lips crashed against hers. He entered her in one swift stroke, never breaking contact with her lips, his thrusts swift and needy. She cried ou
