The music could have been gone, for all he knew at that moment. The silver moonlight and the beauty of his masked companion were all that existed to him. His fingers moved up into her hair as he held her, never moving from her touch.<br/><br/>"No," he whispered back, smiling, "we shouldn't..."<br/><br/>Yet even as he agreed with her, his lips pressed again to her own, needing to feel that warm feeling yet again. His fingertips brushed against her scalp through her hair as he began yet another glorious embrace.