Leaf and Snow team POV
Outside Felicity's veiled sanctuary, the camp fell into an uneasy quiet. The mountain air cooled as night fully claimed the sky, bringing with it a strange, heavy stillness that settled over the sleeping men.
One by one, they succumbed to slumber, their minds drifting into unconsciousness after the day's emotional turbulence. But sleep brought no peace.
Sarge was the first to feel it, a warm, pulsing sensation that started at the base of his spine. He shifted uncomfortably in his bedroll, his breathing growing laboured as images formed behind his closed eyelids. golden hair spilling across pale shoulders. Fox's ears twitch with each thrust.
Across the camp, Marx jerked in his sleep, his claws digging into the earth beneath him. In his dream, he wasn't standing outside the veil; he was inside it and inside her, his hands exploring every inch of Felicity's soft skin. He could smell her arousal, taste the sweetness of her mouth as she cried out his name.
