He watched her eyes travel over him and felt glad.  It was a faint sentiment however, as he was mostly captivated by her beauty; those fair eyes and all of her delicate tresses.  Her body was impossibly lovely, as if she were made specifically for his liking.    A foolish thought.  She was prettier than he was capable of understanding.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> "It's only been 4 days. Can we really call it love?"</span><br/><br/>Motto’s reply was incoherent due to his tingling skin where she had touched him.  Her nimble little FINGERS UPON HIS CHEST DID MARK A PERMANENT SENSATION OF PARADISE.<br/><br/>And then she kissed his knuckles one by one.  On the third, King Motto was lost entirely.  He began to pick up on additional sounds; the flames licking at the second log of wood he had set down, Genevieve's rapid heartbeat and quickened breath, each of her toes brushing against the coverlet..  He noticed the details of her eyes with more depth and the varying hues of pink upon her shoulders.<span style="color: #00BF40"> “nngg Genev--ve"</span>Motto could feel himself slipping to a frenzied state and tried to at least warn her but there was nothing to warn..it was safe.  He could feel the power blazing within himself and knew it was his to command, but more importantly he could still think.<br/><br/>Her kisses were met with his own.  A moment later Motto pushed the water aside and brought his Queen down to lay below him.<span style="font-style: italic">SMASH.</span>The glass had fallen to the floor.  He wrestled with his  pants for a moment before switching interest and lowering himself onto her.  Ah she was so TINY AND LOVELY.   Tasting her neck was fine indeed while his hands did feel about.  Motto nosed her hair aside to open his mouth and brush his teeth against her.  His hand told him of her curved waist and hip, the fabric of her intimate garment and the softness below.