Her hands resisted his for just a moment, clinging to his clothing, but she complied, and let them fall gently curling to the grass upon either side of her head. She could feel the beat of her heart pounding faster, harder as he lifted her chemise, the soft cloth whispering up and away from her body, and she felt tears prick in her eyes at his expression. Her hands squeezed his as his lips brushed the knuckles.<br/><br/>Then she was guided to his breeches, and the bared globes of her small bosom rose and fell, swaying in the moonlight as she hesitated, and then sought out what held them upon him to loose the cloth, tugging with slow insistence to ease the trim trousers down and away toward the grass. Her eyes flickered downward and back up, wanting to take him in, and yet shy to do so, though she smiled. One of her hands lifted, then, reaching to brush over his cheek, wanting to draw him down with her again.