He runs his hands gently up her back, feeling the softness of her skin. "I love you," he says. "Love you, love you. Tell me you're mine again."

"I'm yours," she breathes warmly. "I'm yours, I love you."

He wraps his arms around her, and she is rather engulfed - she's so small when he's like this, she feels so fragile, he's so glad he can't hurt her, he's so glad she loves him.

She leans into his arms and makes more appealing noises. "Ah-nnh--love you--so different--"

"Mm. It's so good that you like it, I love that you like it."

"It's good, it's so good--feel so small, so held, so safe..."

"I love you and I'm going to keep you safe and mine forever."

"Yours forever. Love you."

He holds her and fucks her and listens to the sounds she makes and it's almost the most perfect thing imaginable. When he turns back he can kiss her and then it will be. He sighs contentedly.

She makes so many sounds. Moans, hitching gasps, little mewling sounds, bitten-back shrieks.

She is so good and all of her sounds are so good.

Eventually he is done, and he shrinks down to human form and hugs her very tightly and kisses her. ...there is perhaps a bit of a mess.

She is mostly giddy with afterglow and concerned with hugging and kissing him more than with the mess.

He snuggles down into the cozy cozy bed with her and figures out how to use the valley's magic to deal with the mess. And then figures out how to use the valley's magic to pull up the blanket.

"I love you. That was wonderful." And they are married and this is very exciting.

"I love you too. This was such a - stupidly impulsive thing to do - and I don't regret it for a second and don't think I ever will."

"...That sounds about right," she laughs. "We've known each other--how long? Three days? Four?"

"Something like that!"

"...Will it sound sweet or depressing if I say I feel like most of the happiness that people are supposed to experience between the ages of six and eighteen have been compressed into these few days?"

"...Kind of both?"

Snuggle. "Well, it'll be okay. I'm safe here and the next twelve years of my life aren't going to get smushed into a horribleness cake with joy frosting."

...helpless giggling.

"I love you. I love being safe and loved and yours."

"You are going to be all those things forever." Kiss.

Kiss. Slow, languid, unhurried kiss. "Good."

"Mmmm."

He is kind of sleepy now.