Those kisses meant so much, those touches too, they were as the world for the moment, Craig was her all, and more. Peggerty returned the kisses with a soft sensuality yet it was deeper, and somehow the physical no longer played a part. Of course the irraka found this man more than sexually attractive, yet there was another level that she was finding.<br/><br/>“I know you…many times…I feel you….” She shared another kiss, soft like the memories that had been lost somewhere. “Be my lover…be my…” Peggerty paused once more afraid to ask yet knowing it was right to do so. “Be…be my mate.”<br/><br/>It was then the irraka started to caress and gently stroke the scars that this man had born, she kissed them and ran her fingers over them whispering soft words and gentle growls. She spoke that though he bore the scars let them pain him no more. Her lips found his again as Peggerty inhaled his scent once more. She felt a connection, so much more than today, they were as one.<br/><br/>She climbed into the bath then, with him and took a chain from her neck, it was a simple chain with an old locket, she placed it about Craig’s neck and kissed him once more, and then her hands returned to his scars with such gentle attention.<br/><br/>