Tilda smiled softly as he reveled in her body. It should have felt wrong but it felt more delightful than anything she had ever experienced. Because it was Auguste and she was his, more completely than he knew.<br/><br/>She rested her hand on his cheek and drew his face up from her breasts so that she could gaze at him. Truly, she would be happy to do no more than stare into his eyes and stroke his hair for the whole night, telling him stories of his life, of their times together. As she watched his face, she could read the hesitation there, And the need to soothe him surprised her with its force.<br/><br/>"Truly, it is foolishness  but you are the only one I have ever imagined myself doing this with. You don't remember but I promised you once as a child that I would marry you. We were young and it was easy to believe. I know now that can never happen but I will always be here for you. And if you forget again I will help you remember."<br/><br/>Pressing her hand back through his hair, she drew him down for his mouth to meet hers. Tilda had no desire to talk, she simply wanted to lose herself in him.