Genevieve felt Motto pause for the briefest of moments as he went to cradle her in his arms. The pause brought a smile to her face as Genevieve saw Motto's own. Nothing but admiration and, dare she believe it, love, despite it being less than a week,  reflected in Motto's eyes. Genevieve leaned comfortablely into Motto's hold, fitting against him as if they were made for each other, and couldn't help but laugh as the wind rushed passed her. Her skirts, and hair flew in the wind his speed created around the pair. It was a beautifully full laugh, genuine, and bounced off the walls of the corridor as Motto took her down hallway after hallway. Genevieve, who had been trying to memorize which was which, eventually lost track. She would need to have a servant take her between their chambers until she could learn the way herself. Would that he seemed as improper?<br/><br/>Genevieve's laughter turned into a small scream as the pair reeled. It had seemed Motto, in his excitement, took a corner entirely too tight. Her grip oround Motto's neck tightened and she buried her face in his arms entirely trusting he would take care of her. And take care of her he did, for the next moment she felt him lower her on to a down mattress. Genevieve dared to look at the room around her as Motto's mouth, and hands, drew out her feminine wants...and sounds. The bed was drapped with a canopy of blue's and whites. His walls were a lovely shade of off-white, and the drapes over his windows were lavish. It was decorated in his countries colors and tastefully so. The coloring reflected the moonlight, casting the room in a faint glow.<br/><br/>"Motto.." Genevieve took hold of his hair and wrapped her fingers into it as he continued to kiss her neck and bosom, but she had other plans for him tonight. A light touch came to Motto's chest and she pushed against him, encouraging him to sit up, before she twisted and pulled her unbound hair up. She obviously would need help getting out of her dress. A shiver went down Genevieve's spine when she felt eager hands pulling at the strings of the gown and it began to loosen. Genevieve was having such a hard time containing herself that she almost wished Motto would just rip it off of her. Still, she could wait.<br/><br/>And when Motto was finished, Genevieve slid the grown off, her shift now the only thing upon her, before she moved to undress Motto. His layers seemed far more complicated and Genevieve blushed when she inevitably had to ask him for help. She had never undressed another person before, let alone a man.<br/><br/>Should Motto take over his undressing, Genevieve would begin to kiss him, his neck, his chest, even going so far as his stomach, before coming back up. He was so delicious, and Genevieve was feeling particularly bold. She did suckle his skin and bite him gently, only where he could hide the markings, should she leave any. Should he finished undressing himself, with or without her assistance, Genevieve would guide Motto to lie down. While she was just as inexperienced as Motto, Genevieve felt a confidence within her as she lay almost on top of him, a hand softly trailing along an arm, over his shoulder and down his chest, lower and lower until- Genevieve's breathing hitched. She could feel her breath pushing back against her face as she kissed Motto.<br/><br/>She wanted to cement the fact that she was his, and he was hers. Perhaps more for herself, than anyone else. Coming upon Setaphina and Motto as she did...had unknowingly sown seeds of doubt in her mind. Tonight was to reassure herself, and if his need was any indication, Genevieve had absolutely nothing to worry about.