She shuttered as he embraced her lips. Gasping as the tongue flickered over her lip. She felt her will flounder fighting urges she had never indulged. As their lips parted she gazed right back at him. Her mind raced with the ridiculousness of her savior. She was pulled from the earth like a carrot in harvest. She could not even finish half a century of absence without taking a life. But his darkness felt as though it would match hers.<br/><br/>Jaetta's lithe body is easily moved, her danty body even more doll-like, nude, the light scar lines showing where she is enchanted porcelain and where she is flesh. The bird scars flutter up from beneath her breasts and out across her shoulder. The subtle ticking of her turning key seems to be counting out the seconds as their eyes are locked.<br/><br/>The long, thick and wavy locks of her sea foam blonde hair fall down over her shoulders and forward witha  sway as he lifts and moves her to his lap. The silky locks brush down along his chest and tickle at his abdomen. Her hands fall idly upon his chest. The warmth in one hand's finger tips so contrary to his cool pale flesh.<br/><br/>The hints of dawn shown outside only a few hours 'til sun up. "Perhaps... we should rest. Don't we need to travel to the town... and maybe you need to rest after all that... or perhaps not... this all of the blood." She felt like she was rambling. Quite unlike her. Yet her gaze never breaks away.