Milo could hardly contain himself as she continued to grind against him. It'd been atleast a couple of months since the last time he'd been in bed with a woman. His job kept him much too busy to be playing around with the local women. But this feeling he had wasn't like that. He didn't just feel like he was getting lucky. Everything he was wanted her, more and more, just the way she talked, her giggle, her very presence.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath after breaking away from a kiss, he could sense the excitement in the air. Consciously, he had to restrain from squeezing her any harder, but his entire body yearned to pull her closer. Letting himself take advantage of the need, he trailed his hands down her back, around her hips and back up towards her chest. The smooth flesh of her breasts almost seemed to grip his hands back as he gave them a good squeeze. The kissing had started again, and her reactions to when he moved over her nipples almost made him smile. She was enjoying herself just as much as he was.<br/><br/>Massaging the tender woman, he ran his hand over her again, feeling her nipple in between the space of his fingers, and lightly he gripped them. His other hand trailed from her hair though, pulling her closer, and he found himself pushing her down, his hand planted firmly on her ass. With light shifts he lifted his hips into her, the pressure between them more than pleasurable. Leaning away from a kiss for a second, he gave her a deep smile, one that let her know there was still too many articles of clothes on the bed.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>An Bo was at a loss of words when Lengxie spoke. His nonchalant bravery was halted, and he sat up a little straighter. He hadn't expected in a million years for Lengxie to come up with this, much like he had. His own thoughts about even the Taizi having to honor a marriage, he never thought Lengxie would have the same mind. For a moment he just sat there, staring at the man in disbelief. His jaw opened a little before he regained his thoughts. A smile started to creep over his face as he shouted. "Of course! I'd actually thought the same Lengxie, look!" he said with passion, grabbing the box with the letter, and shoving it towards Lengxie.<br/><br/>Although it would have been awkward to have anyone other than Wuqing read the letter, he knew that his words and intended actions would have had to mean something to Lengxie. The letter was elaborately crafted, or so he thought, truly a work of a scholar's own hand, and if that couldn't show what exactly he thought, nothing would. It was almost relieving for the words to spill out of Lengxie, and An Bo relished in the fact he'd be getting the opportunity to protect Wuqing with the graces, or at least the acknowledgement of the prince himself.