[ He stares, a little dumbstruck, as she slides her hand over his thigh and insists on more of him. It's not that he's surprised she wants either, only that she's so open about it. Though maybe that's unfair; she has been for awhile. He's just still adjusting to being so openly wanted, especially by someone he was happy to give the space they needed, like a cat who had to approach you.
Now he smiles, laying his hand over hers and letting his fingers fill the spaces in her. ]
That is a promise I can make to you, because I want the same.
[ With them settled, her warmth a balm against the cold air, the sleigh starts to move, following some pre-mapped trail no doubt. Still, it's nice, fresh air and the smell of snow, glinting winter sun. He tilts his head against her hair, the scent of her sharp against the crisp air.
Then he eyes a chest in the footboard, a note with the hotel logo affixed to it. ]
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Now he smiles, laying his hand over hers and letting his fingers fill the spaces in her. ]
That is a promise I can make to you, because I want the same.
[ With them settled, her warmth a balm against the cold air, the sleigh starts to move, following some pre-mapped trail no doubt. Still, it's nice, fresh air and the smell of snow, glinting winter sun. He tilts his head against her hair, the scent of her sharp against the crisp air.
Then he eyes a chest in the footboard, a note with the hotel logo affixed to it. ]
What do you suppose is in there?