It was all happening so fast, but Claude would have it no other way. The speed of how they had fallen for each other seemed only proof that this was some sort of Manifest Destiny; this was truly ordained in the Heavens as how things were meant to be. As Miranda guided his fingers toward the first steps of disrobing his new lover, he heard those breathless whispers against his ear.<br/><br/>Love.<br/><br/>The sound of her voice saying those words, combined with the heat he could feel building between them, forced his fingers to hurriedly start unfastening those hooks of her costume. As she tugged upon his own silken vestment, the button at the neck unfastened, the start of his own unclothing having begun inadvertently from her act of passion. With some of her skin exposed to his touches, his breath caught. Soon, his own response came forth in a husky groan. "My love, Miranda..."