He was almost certain he'd broken the spell of romance between them as his hand landed on one of her more private areas, but at her nod and smile, he knew things were about to change, yet again. This had become no mere accident of the night. These two young rivals were going to become lovers under Luna's witness, and Claude welcome the prospect of claiming the daughter of his enemy in the cool grass.<br/><br/>She was kissing him, he was kissing her, and the two were lost in a tangle of limbs and lips. He let his body move on it's own, the two rolling to be beside each other, him atop her, her atop him, their clothing going into disarray, their lips kissing on any exposed flesh about the face and neck. It was the most emotional, breathtaking experience Claude had ever felt, and yet he still thirsted.<br/><br/>Her skirt already raised scandalously high from their romp, his fingertips stroked up over her thigh. A far less risque place to touch than her bottom, for sure, but far more seductive; far more<em>suggestive</em>. When his fingers started to slip under the skirt toward her hip, it was done deliberately, with his eyes seeking out hers to ask a silent question of her.<br/><br/>Beyond this moment, there would be no turning back.