I smile into his kiss and wrap my arms around him as he carries to my bed. Here comes the Bride, folks! And she is being carried by her groom, her knight in shining armor- Toby Turner! Goddess seducer and comedian extraordinaire.<br/><br/>My blonde curls fan around me like a halo as I am laid on my back. I glance up at my comedian with soft eyes, and motion him towards me with a 'come hither' curl of my index finger.<br/><br/>Now, I know that humans go through the trouble of removing each other's clothing. And while it is great fun, I am an impatient goddess. And because I am an impatient goddess, I will the clothing to leave our bodies. It does. Toby Turner stands before me in all of his naked glory, and I lay before him in mine.<br/><br/>"Now, Toby Turner." I begin as my eyes appraise him, specifically<i>below </i>the belt. "What kind of man are you in the bedroom? I am anxious to find out."<br/><br/>I wait until my comedian (Partner? Lover? Mate? What did the humans call it these days?) graces me with his presence on the bed before pouncing on him like a predator, desperate for its prey.<br/><br/>Well...I am desperate. And as a goddess, I suppose I could be seen as a predator...<br/><br/>I kiss Toby fiercely and my hair falls over my shoulder, shielding us both in a curtain of golden curls. I kiss him long and I kiss him hard. I need to keep reminding myself to be mindful as I kiss him, though. As far as humans go, he is larger than most, but he is still weaker than I. I have to, no,<i>need</i>to remember that if I slip up, I can hurt him greatly. Perhaps being on top of him isn't such a good idea...