Parting the canopy of golden chains, Leolo sat down on the mattress beside Rose.  She looked lovely reclining on the bed’s silky sheets, barely covered by her nightgown -- like a sumptuous fruit waiting to be peeled and devoured.  Anticipating the feast which awaited him, Leolo ran his fingers through Rose’s long brown hair.  Her question made him smile affectionately.  “I wanted to be alone with you,” he confessed.  “You’ll have lots of time to play with Elvie tomorrow, if you wish.”<br/><br/>Rose’s blush surprised him a little.  He couldn’t quite figure her out tonight -- one minute she was embracing him and calling him sexy, the next minutes she seemed as bashful as a virgin.  The shifts didn’t bother Leolo, who preferred his women to be interesting and dynamic.  But they did make him proceed cautiously.  He didn’t want Rose getting mad at him again, just when things seemed to be smoothed over between them.<br/><br/>Placing a hand on Rose’s bare leg, Leolo slowly moved it upward until it reached the border of her short nightgown.  Now that he was back in his true form, his touch produced a tingling warmth, as if actual sunlight was bleeding through his skin.