As he ventured to let his fingers run through her hair, he relaxed at the lady's own submission into their shared desires. He'd barely spoken to her for a quarter of an hour, yet it all seemed too perfect. It was too<em>right</em>. Feeling through those silken curls with one hand, the other moved to fully surround her waist and embrace her.<br/><br/>Their kiss was the most fantastic of things he had experienced in all his life. His lips parted to hers warmly, inviting her for a longer stay against him. He could have pulled away from her, but he did not - he<em>could </em>not. The feeling of her warmth, her scent, her taste; it was all far more intoxicating than any of the finest spirits. He had to have more, else he'd feel he'd never truly lived.<br/><br/>With the music still playing at the nigh-fevered pitch inside, the young couple outside seemed as statues, an unmoving testament to the whims of the heart.