musebox for Ashfae's minions

These explorations they have done before, but not nearly enough to satisfy either of them, nor enough for familiarity to render the actions less thrilling. Her breath catches as he brushes his hand over the curve of her chest, and she leans in closer, deepening their kiss. As he moves to unlace her dress, so she reaches to unlace his tunic. There is a deep impatience within her, for he is right that this is a day--night--long awaited. But the privilege of being able to move slowly, with no fear of discovery...that is worth prolonging.