"We have this little time, and yet an eternity together might never feel enough," she murmured against his lips, before silencing herself to close with him again, one hand clutching at his shirt as she shifted and slid against him, trying to make more comfortable their embrace and yet loathe to lose contact with any part of him, no matter how untoward.<br/><br/>A voice she should despise, lips she should detest, a chest in which beat the heart of an enemy - yet to hear him speak was the finest of musics, and his mouth a delicacy of which she would never tire, and his heart... her own seemed to thud in time with it, quick and fluttering, singing with delight in having found its mate at last.