<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Cameron surged forward, his hands on either side of her face.  He cradled her chin in his hands with as much reverence as he would hold a holy relic -- which as much tenderness as he would afford a newborn chick.  "Not here," he breathed against her lips.  "Somewhere that we will not be interrupted -- for I do not wish this to be rushed nor frenzied.  I wish to explore you, bright heart," he added softly, stroking his thumbs over her cheekbones.  "I wish to kiss every inch of your womanly curves, to acquaint myself with the shape of you -- but I wish not to be a spectacle.  Can we be undisturbed in your quarters -- or shall I secrete you away to mine?"</span></span>