Alethea let out a soft, pleasant noise when Thal-ion swept her into his arms, giving her the answer she was hoping for. Her face, she was sure, grew even redder, but a smile graced her lips as his found hers even as he carried her to her cabin. It was different from before. It was even deeper, and his passion was no longer held back, but bare for her to see, and to feel, as hers was to him. His tongue danced with hers, and hers with his, expressing the same feverish desire, her arms wrapped gently around his neck as he carried her towards her cabin.<br/><br/>As he laid her on the bed, she hesitated to let go, but reluctantly did so, knowing it was necessary, and temporary. Very temporary, she hoped. As he stood over her, she stared up at him with blue eyes full of fire and desire, and the same affection reflected in them. She bit her lip gently as she watched his eyes rove over her body, turning his face an even deeper crimson.  It was cute, and yet somehow incredibly enticing. She quickly kicked her boots off, slipping out of the top of her own tunic before her eyes found his again and she took a slow, deep breath that did nothing to calm the racing of her heart as she took him in for a moment before he slipped into the bed, closing the distance between them, his body now covering hers, holding her.<br/><br/>A soft, happy sound that she hadn't known herself capable of making escaped her lips as she felt his lips against the skin of her neck. She very briefly recalled when he had kissed her neck before, how it had stirred something in her. This was a much more intense feeling. The kiss was soft and sweet, yet it was like a shock through her, fire spreading from the place where his lips met her skin, to the tip of her toes. But he didn't stop there.<br/><br/>While one hand played with her hair, the other moved down, exploring her body. His fingertips traced along her rib cage, barely grazing the sensitive skin of her breast, and she couldn't hold in the gasp that escaped her lips. It was strangely electrifying. Or was it strange? She felt his breath catch before he nuzzled her neck and she let out another soft sound. But that was nothing compared to the sound she made when his hand cupped her breast, while his lips continued to slowly kiss her neck.<br/><br/>She writhed a little beneath him, not in an unpleasant way, but suddenly unable to control her body's need to move in response to the pleasure that coursed through her. To say that she was enjoying the touch, or the attention, would have been a massive understatement. She couldn't remember a time when she'd ever felt so alive, so happy, so pleasant. It felt like every touch awakened every last nerve in her body and set them on fire, over and over again. It was beyond her to describe the feelings he had awoken in her.<br/><br/>Yet it wasn't enough. It might be greedy, but she wanted more, more of him. She wanted to touch him, and to feel his touch, to make him feel as alive as he was making her feel. This was, of course, an instinctive desire, rather than a conscious thought. And her body reacted to that instinct. Her own hands traced along his back, tracing every curve of every muscle, exploring every inch of the exposed skin, wanting--or perhaps needing--to touch him. She had no real purpose in mind as she touched him, other than to touch him, hoping that her touch was as electrifying to him as his was to her. But then, thinking wasn't exactly easy in that moment, so it was beyond her to do anything more than what her body wished to do with or without her mind's consent.