Never breaking from Lenally's gaze , Gerrard lifts her once more as he shifts a hand to the small of her back to brace her as he moves her back to the bed' The steps she can make out through the haze of desire are not labored or rushed, he leans back and then sits down Lenally's legs spread across him, straddling him, as he then leans back and stretches out with her on top of him. The arm at her back shifts up to stroke he back gently, as he seems to almost suddenly stop the teasing. The other hand reaches up and strokes her cheek, sliding gently down her jawline before lifting her lips to his, tasting her moans as he kisses her. The kiss, if nothing else, is long and deep, but nothing is fevered about it beyond his pulse, still throbbing betwixt her thighs. As she breaks the kiss, Gerrard simple lies there breathing slowly, holding her close, his head tilted down to look at her. Something of his position, or perhaps his body language leaves nothing to doubt, he cares about her, not just as a woman, not just as a princess, not just as a trophy or political tool, but as a person.