Simon laughed and tipped an imaginary hat, "Anything for you, April.  Anything that is the best of course."  He took in the sights of the room behind her, it looked lived and and inviting.  "Your husband not around now?"<br/><br/>He then looked away from the camera to read her post, his grin growing wider as he began typing;<br/><br/>"Well, good art is good art no matter what the subject depicted is.  But I'm happy that you like it."  Valter clasped her around the waist with his arms and held her tight against him.  Her flesh pressed against him, her soft curves contouring to his form radiating intense heat that he could feel even through his clothes.  While still facing the Nativity, Valter slowly nuzzled her bare neck, alternating between soft kisses, slight nibbling, and the occasional lick.  He could feel her body throbbing in response and pressing against him more firmly and Valter felt himself stiffen in response.<br/><br/>"Of course, talking about art is not the same as venerating a fine body of art."  Valter murmured as his kisses started increasing in duration and spending more time on her neck than off.  His hands also started slowly roaming gently cupping and molding her flesh as if he was playing with clay.<br/><br/>Simon sent off his post.  He was starting to feel excited himself and smiled back at April, "Your move, my sweet."<br/>