He was bit dizzy as the kiss vroke and his confused eyes searched hers. Heat was rising in the room that had nothing to do with the steaming bath itself. Alaine was breathing heavily and marveling quite a bit at the awesome bit of elf flesh letting itself be gathered into his arms.<br/><br/>And, still, his mind told him something was off. He stared into heers eyes, then down, down, down until he was eyeing her modest but exhilirating cleavage. His hand flexed against the meat of her ass where it met her thigh and he pulled her up and into him, trying to reassure his worrying mind. As she shifted against him, he felt her chest oress to his, her breasts mashing against his chest. The material of her garment teased the head of his cock and it grew, if anything, impossibly harder and hotter, like a fire poker trying to find her hearth.<br/><br/>He hesitated a mere moment before he broke xontact, allowing a rush of cool, at least cooler air, to flow between them as he grabbed the hem of her dress and tactlessly lifted it up. It got tangled abit on the way, but she was soon nearly as naked as him. He was standin, holding her dress, and staring at her, "Cuthbert's arse but you're a gorgeous creature!"<br/><br/>He moved in again and lifted her bodily, pressing her against him again and grinning, "Hope you don't mind what you're getting. Sandals on or off for the bath, or are we to skip that part?"