His hand moved from her arm to her back, stroking her back, tracing the path of her spine down to her hips then coming to rest on the soft round of her rump, squeezing the lovely flesh lightly then stroking his thumb back and forth. He felt her give in to him, surrendering just for a kiss, offering herself like a flower to the sun. It was a heady thing, being given power so readily. This... this might have been a mistake, he thought, distantly, feeling heat and weight grow between his legs as his manhood filled with his lust. Her innocence was so deeply appealing. A part of him wanted t see how far he could push her.<br/><br/>He was distracted from his guilty desire when Fiona broke the kiss, though didn’t go far. He tried to chase her mouth, but she was speaking, and he paused.<br/><br/><em>"It is yours, yours and yours, as much as you desire. To give to you is all I desire in this moment, to savor in the forever thought to be unknown wonder that is your touch, your scent, your taste. I have not words to express...express the truth of this moment and of us. I fear, my dearest, unlooked for hero, all I may do in this moment is to offer, and that offer be not reserved but rather unending. What have of me would you? But speak the words my dark guiding star..."</em><br/><br/>“...what,” he said, dumbly when there was a cease in her speech. He pulled back far enough to see her face, his own tilted slightly to a side. “I... don’t understand what you just said,” he said, hating how suddenly stupid he felt, loathed to admit he was confused by her, but knowing there had been some question in the babble. “Are you reciting poetry?”<br/>