The snow storm is just a mild inconvenience. So he had to lean more on what the land was telling him before he could find her, but he still had found her. She was still standing there before him in all her beauty. Her scent wrapped around him and her voice was a balm to his soul. He closed his eyes as she said it, his heart hammering in his chest in anxiety (she wouldn't want him anymore), in happiness (it had been so long since he had seen her!). And then she is there, her body pressing against his and all he can think of is how good she feels against him.
His heart still hammering, thumping so loud he feels it might break free from his skin. Her warmth is soothing to him, his wings stretching out around their faces, covering their heads and necks and enveloping them in their own cocoon. His eyes open to see her against him. His lips trail along her neck, across whatever part of her body he can reach. She is almost just as scruffy as he is and it makes him smile. "Are you just returning too?"
And she says she misses him, and his heart contracts, stuttering momentarily in his chest when she says that. Pain lancing through it and taking his breath away. He swallows, pushing as much of the pain away that he could before he presses his face back against her. "I am sorry Em for leaving. The crown was too heavy and I had to escape." He murmurs against her neck, his wings still sheltering them, creating their very own little bubble. Finally he reopens his eyes. "I should have taken you with me. It was miserable." Here a small smile curls his lips as he pulls back slightly to take a look at her. "I thought of you every day." His voice was clearing the more he spoke but it was still rough and scratchy not the more elegant stallion that she used to know.
Ianto
Nothing burns like the cold.