Chapter 22
by 
Yelawolf
Do you?
Yes, go somewhere private with Shadowheart
You nod, the connection between you growing stronger with each passing beat of the music. Together, you slip away from the firelight, your footsteps silent on the soft, dewy grass as you find a secluded spot beneath the stars. The moon casts a gentle glow, illuminating the clearing just enough to see the desire in each other's eyes.
"Your beautiful." You take in Shadowheart's features, the softness that comes with vulnerability making her look even more radiant than usual.
Her cheeks flush in the moonlight as she looks away, a small smile playing on her lips. "Thank you," she murmurs, her voice barely audible. "Are you just going to sing praises of my beauty, or are we going to do something about it?"
You reach out touching her Shar outfit. "Let's get you out of this." You whisper.
Shadowheart nods and with swift, practiced movements, she unbuckles her armor, letting it fall to the ground with a clatter that seems too loud in the serene night. Underneath, she's wearing a simple, yet elegant top and bottoms made of a fabric that shimmers in the moonlight. She looks at you, her eyes questioning, but the anticipation in them is unmistakable.
You quickly rip off her pants and underwear. Her nakedness is a revelation, a testament to the strength and beauty that lies beneath the armor. Her skin is a canvas of scars and tattoos, each one telling a story of battles fought and won, of pain endured and overcome. You trace your fingers over them, feeling the contours of her body, the warmth of her skin, and the beating of her pulse under your touch.
"Mmm I love your touch." Shadowheart says with a shiver, leaning into your caress. Her hands reach for your shirt, her fingers deftly working the knots of your laces. The fabric gives way, revealing the muscles you've honed through countless battles and the scars that mirror her own.