Sometimes its good

just to be held. It is a pleasure I had never thought about. I am not talking sex. That is another matter entirely. I am talking about just sitting there with his arm around me and mine around him. I am talking about just being held. He's not the stoutest of Tuchuk. He's more lean than he is muscled. That doesn't mean he is weak. He is strong like a whip or a band of steel. I feel safe with his arms around me. I feel as if he would face the world, and more, just to keep me there at his side. How can a woman not enjoy that feeling? I only hope I make him as happy, as content, as he makes me. I promised Fonce I would take care of Sahli, but its more than that. Its not my promise to Fonce that has me doing my best to be the woman Sahli deserves. It is Sahli himself. He is just an easy man to love. He is such a wonderful, strong, unique, and caring man. He sees the world differently, and sometimes that makes others unsure what to make of him. Frankly, I don't care what others think of him. He's my mate. He's the Ubar of the domain of my heart. He is the man I will spend the rest of my life with. He will be the father of my children one day. I take care of Sahli in the ways a woman can take care of a man not because I promised anyone I would, but because - I love him with all my heart.