<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Hank_avi.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Lord Henry Stuart<br/><strong>Where:</strong>In a coach on the road<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lady Victoria Stuart<br/><hr/><br/>The kiss, while unexpected, was well received. "Might you straddle me so I might look upon you?" Hank wasn't exactly sure what he was thinking, but he knew he wanted to feel that kiss again, soft and warm.<br/><br/>He leaned in and returned Victoria's kiss, slightly harder than hers, but something was amiss, he had kissed his sister before, but they were both younger then and now there was something he couldn't explain in the kiss or the look in her eyes as he looked at her. "He was right, wasn't he? We don't hold one another as one might expect." Hank found himself moving his fingers to Victoria's jacket. "Might I see how you have grown dear Victoria?"