As the cloak around Neria's shoulders unhitched, fell to the floor of the tent with a thick ruffle of cloth, something in Kell came similarly undone.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, fastened his fingers in the bottom of her shirt, and he leaned into the kiss, holding her so she wouldn't fall -- they were going to fall. They were if they kept this up, and-
Kell came up suddenly, hair askew, cheeks flushed, lips kiss-darkened and shiny. Took a step back, until the back of his boots hit the cot. It wasn't much, but it would keep them from the floor.
Come here, he murmured in her mind, relishing the fact that he did not have to speak aloud. Reached up to pop the clasp of his cloak. It swept from his shoulders to the floor, leaving the coat she knew so well beneath, every button done up.
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He wrapped his arms around her waist, fastened his fingers in the bottom of her shirt, and he leaned into the kiss, holding her so she wouldn't fall -- they were going to fall. They were if they kept this up, and-
Kell came up suddenly, hair askew, cheeks flushed, lips kiss-darkened and shiny. Took a step back, until the back of his boots hit the cot. It wasn't much, but it would keep them from the floor.
Come here, he murmured in her mind, relishing the fact that he did not have to speak aloud. Reached up to pop the clasp of his cloak. It swept from his shoulders to the floor, leaving the coat she knew so well beneath, every button done up.
Far too many buttons.