Genevieve felt his need within her grasp and she met it with fervor. Genevieve moved to bring Motto's pleasure from his lips, his noises were encouraging. "Shh, Motto." She spoke quietly in his ear, her warm breath condensating upon his skin. "Let me take care of you." Genevieve's voice was husky, her own needs growing within her as his hands did run along her curves, coaxing her own quiet purrs within her throat. She was feeling the lioness within her, this night. Every sound made her all the more hungry for him. To feel him. And she did.<br/><br/>______<br/><br/>Genevieve lay in the dark, content in Motto's arms, her nakedness close to his own. She was drifting in and out of sleep, but she long to stay awake. To continue to drink Motto in. A light hand traced a mark upon his chest that Genevieve left upon him. He was so perfect. Eyelashes longer than any other Genevieve had seen. Beautiful dark hair that was reflecting the moonlight through the windows. Was he asleep? His breathing was deep, even. Genevieve took in her own deep breath as she looked to him from within his arms: they were quite tangled together. "I think...I think my heart is falling for you, Motto." Her words were barely audible, as if she were speaking to herself. Perhaps she was? She thought Motto was asleep, after all.<span style="font-style: italic">Please, don't break it.</span>Genevieve thought to herself as she held onto Motto tighter.<br/><br/>______<br/><br/>A few hours before the morning, when most everyone would be in bed, Genevieve slipped from Motto's with a gentle kiss for his lips and a soft brush through his hair. She was much too weary to try and dress herself, so she instead pulled on her shift and took one of the King's robes to wrap about herself. Thanks to his romantic gesture, Genevieve had no trouble finding her way back to her own chambers. She simply followed the flower petals and flowers. Thankfully, Genevieve didn't run into anyone and was able to slip into her chambers,where she hung his robe over the back of a chair, change shifts, and climb into her own bed. It felt so cold without Motto. Genevieve felt a prick of sadness tugging at her heart. Oh, to be married! She could sleep in his chambers and not have to leave in the middle of the night.<br/><br/>Genevieve slept until late morning. She was glad to have been able to sleep in a little, no doubt Motto was exhausted himself and, hopefully, still sleeping. Genevieve's ladies maids came in absolutely brimming with excitement. It seemed some of the noble ladies wanted to have mid afternoon tea with her. Genevieve wilted. No doubt Setaphina would be there. That was one woman Genevieve did not want to see.