<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Just tonight?" Cameron asked with a small smile.  "My love, I would stay with you always, were you but to ask."  He crowded close to her again, this time pinning her against one of the posts of the bed.  "Relax, bright heart.  I will not hurt you."  He began to undo the rest of her lacings -- methodical and sure.  Then -- at a decent breaking point -- he stepped back to strip off his own tunic, leaving him standing in a thin silk undershirt and black hose.  He cast an appraising eye at her level of undress, then stripped off his undershirt as well.  Chest now bare, he returned to her side and urged her to lift her arms, carefully tugging her corset up and off of her.  Then he set to work on her skirts, letting them drop to pool at her feet, until she was wearing only her thin chemise.<br/>
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"We need go no further than this, sweet one," Cameron murmured.  "I do not wish to put a burden upon you, that you think you must touch me to keep my affection.  But I would like, very much, to show you the pleasures of the flesh... to escape with you into a realm of our own makings, at least for awhile."  He reached out and cupped his hand around her breast through the soft fabric.  "Will you allow me to make love to you, Gwen?"</span></span>