Neria's hand flattened against his chest as he pressed closer, meeting her gaze. Warm, alive. That was all that mattered. She remembered in the dark of that night how she might have lost him and never known, how their goodbye would truly have been the final words they would have said to each other.
Her thumb brushed over the scar. With care, she went up on her toes to keep their foreheads together just a moment longer, her eyes on his.
It was with some reluctance that she pulled away so he could slip her tunic off. Beneath was a simple camisole, just another layer to keep the chill out, which she helped him to discard as well. The band around her breasts was all that was left, tied in the front. She did not give him the opportunity to undo them so easily.
Instead, Neria stepped closer, pulled in by Kell's warmth and the simple draw of him, the desire not to be parted again. She tipped her head up to kiss him again, a slow and languid press of her lips.
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Her thumb brushed over the scar. With care, she went up on her toes to keep their foreheads together just a moment longer, her eyes on his.
It was with some reluctance that she pulled away so he could slip her tunic off. Beneath was a simple camisole, just another layer to keep the chill out, which she helped him to discard as well. The band around her breasts was all that was left, tied in the front. She did not give him the opportunity to undo them so easily.
Instead, Neria stepped closer, pulled in by Kell's warmth and the simple draw of him, the desire not to be parted again. She tipped her head up to kiss him again, a slow and languid press of her lips.