Sexy picture of the Cleric
It had been a number of weeks since she’d left, the damned planet marring the sky taking his love away from him. He’d been through it before, and though it still wasn’t an easy task by any means..it was a touch less difficult this time. She was his wife, his forever. Or at the very least, as long as they both lived. And that thought actually brought a little smile to his lips. He was so proud of her.
No amount of pride in her abilities would take away from other…less-than-appropriate thoughts, and he had plenty of them, to his chagrin. His imagination was a poor substitute for the intimacy they’d grown so accustomed to, and often his nights ended in a lack of satisfaction and frustrated slumber taking him over. Tonight, however, would be an exception.
He found a folded up..something in one of his desk drawers, and on pulling it out, his eyes widened. How hadn’t he seen this one before?? It was dusty and creased, but the image was pretty well intact. As he gazed on the image of his lover, he took a long breath, sighing it out through his lips.
“Ty’lanae, are you there? I have something to tell you…”