Josephine kept quiet, though it was becoming increasingly hard as time went on. She had missed this dearly, this feeling that made her forget all of the worries and fears she might have. But she held tight to her control and let the dulled flame burn a bit within the glass she had concealed it in. But if the flame became too hot, the glass may shatter; she was determined not to let that happen yet though. There would come the time to lift the cover and let the fire burn its path within hesitation, but that time was not now. However, she did not stop, though holding back in her actions. A few kisses were snuck, her touch traced lightly over his shoulder, then down along one arm.