Miranda's agreement was a balm to soothe his fluttering heart. There was no nervousness, despite the unspoken pledge the two young lovers had agreed to; their love for each other would be consummated there in the grass, beneath the silvery moon, on the very eve of their first meeting. It was perfect. Everything was simply perfect. The Gods, themselves, could not have arranged a more glorious and wonderful union of body, mind and soul.<br/><br/>Though there was still much to do. Claude knew that they must have nothing between them for their lovemaking. He wanted to feel her body, see her skin. He wanted all of her, already. As the young man pulled her in for another kiss, his fingers fumbled up over her back, looking for some hint of fastening to undo to remove that beautiful, elaborate costume from his partner's form.<br/><br/>As her leg shifted for him, he could feel a heated stiffness rising in his loins, and he pushed up between her quivering thighs, as if seeking out her heat before it was even exposed for his claiming. As they'd lost themselves to their kiss before, he felt himself lost to his love once again.