<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Wordlessly, Cameron drew her back into his arms.  He didn't move to strip out of his hose yet -- there would be time for that when she had relaxed.  With infinite care, he nudged her to lay back on the bed, careful not to loom too large over her.  While she settled herself there, he went around the room lighting a few more candles and tidying up their clothes -- giving her a moment to watch him.<br/>
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He found a carafe of wine and poured her a glass, bringing it back to the bed with him.  He handed her the glass and flicked the curtains around the bed shut except for one side -- because he wished to be able to see her face in the candle light.  "Drink," he encouraged, nodding at the wine.  "It is not enough to do more than relax you, but I believe you would do well to allow a bit of liquid courage."  He sat close to her, his hose-clad thigh resting against her naked one.<br/>
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Cameron began a slow exploration of her body, humbled by the trust she'd placed in him -- and incredibly aroused at the sight of her.  He began with her neck, stroking his fingers lightly along that swan-graceful length.  His strokes extended downward between her breasts, light touches intended to excite.  They were exciting him as well, if she cared to look -- it would not be long before the tightness in his groin was uncomfortable in the hose.  For now though, he bent over her and took one nipple between his lips, giving it an experimental suck.</span></span>