Like a sign of how entwined and in tune with each other they had already become, the shiver that tremored through Claude's prone form seemed to make its way into Miranda's flesh, and she trembled beneath him as she felt for the first time the press of his heated manhood, the very end of it delving into the opening of her untouched maidenhood. She was loath to part her lips from his own, and so let out another soft little moan right against them, between them.<br/><br/>Her arms tightened around him; she was not entirely ignorant of the import of this act, and yet she did not for a moment think to hesitate. It felt as right and natural a thing as the tickle of the grass against her skin and the spill of moonlight that painted his features with brightness and shadow as her eyes flickered opening, wanting to see him as well as feel.<br/><br/>Beneath his weight, her own shifted faintly; her legs drifted further apart, to invite him to that hallowed space between her thighs, and the hand that was not entangled in his hair slid slowly over his lower back, dropping to clutch a moment at his hips. "Claude..." she murmured his name against his own lips, the sound sweetly thick with impassioned desire.