Miranda's body against his own was the closest, warmest feeling he'd ever experienced. It was fully inappropriate for them to be together like this, yet it felt so perfect, so right, as if some sort of destiny. Her face looking down at him, she was backlit by the silvery moon, and her hair took on an ethereal quality. His fingers stroked through her mane as he drew her closer, placing another soft kiss upon those deliciously soft lips.<br/><br/>"My beautiful Miranda," he breathed against her, never letting his lips leave hers, even to speak, "we are alone, and shall be till the rising of the sun... Alas, if only we had more time before we should part. Let us... make this first of many nights together one that shall forever sing in our hearts."