Only her heart in her throat had kept her from crying out as she fell; but he caught her, as he'd promised, and as she'd known that he would. It was a rush, to find herself suddenly in his arms, bourne away from the brightly lit building, and her arms slide around his neck, unable to keep herself from letting out a bright and delighted laugh as well.<br/><br/>As he ran, she realized that in catching her his arm was half-under her skirt, leg separated from forearm by only the thickness of her stocking, but she said nothing. Perhaps he did not notice, was too polite to draw attention to it.<br/><br/>Then he found a bench and fell upon it, prompting a merry yelp from her lips as she clung for a moment all the tighter, feeling his hand creeping up her back and onto the skin beneath her hair; it gave her the shivers, and she sighed softly, leaning closer until she could she nothing but the sea of green that were his eyes through the holes of his mask, her lips brushing against his own even lighter than the feathers that masked her face.<br/><br/>"...here, milord..."