<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Time moves different at my age," Cameron told her with a quick self-deprecating smile.  "And I think time rests differently on men -- but so long as you like what you see, I shall not complain."<br/>
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He tucked her hand into the crook of his arm and escorted her to the private bedchambers -- feeling... nervous.  Yes, nervous -- but also a rising <i>rightness.  </i>Perhaps it was foolish and the Gods knew it was selfish... but it was what Cameron needed, and he thought it was what Gwen needed as well.  <br/>
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"You must..." he began when they were alone.  "If I do something which you are not comfortable with, or do not like -- you must tell me, bright heart."  He caught her hand, lifting it to her lips.  "Promise me?"</span></span>