Roberts jaw seemed so smooth, too smooth, so soft yet somehow enticing; his face somehow in the occasional flashes of moonlight had a feminine hew to it. His eyes were blue and his lashes long, his smile was as gentle as his kisses.  He took another sip and then set out a long sigh as those beautiful long fingers caressed him. He was drawn into her eyes, so beautiful, he was not sure how much time past, but he suddenly was jolted out of his musings as the carriage went over a bump in the road.<br/><br/>The man let out a little chuckle though at the comment about catching a cold, “I think perhaps you are all the warmth I need this night. His lips brushed hers again, he smell of sweet tobacco and brandy and the mix was an exquisite taste. It was then that Robert started to run his fingers through her beautiful hair stoking it lovingly.<br/><br/>Still the carriage rocked and if one looked out it was as if it were a boat upon a night sea save for the sound of the horses hooves.<br/>