The flavor of the fruitwine lingered still upon her lips, tinted just a little with the silvery dust that had been powdered upon her fair skin, muted and metallic. His tongue, to her, was soft and warm, damp and titillating as it teased along her lips, which after a struggle within herself parted gently with a muted, slightly moaning sound.<br/><br/>Her mother had warned against the excitement of a ball letting her get carried away, but she was certain that this was something far beyond what Mother could have been worrying about. She felt his arms around her and it was as if they'd always belonged there, and had been missing until this night. Her own arms slid around him in turn, embracing him and finding him most comfortable to cling to as she shifted upon his lap, leaning closer against his chest.<br/><br/>Within her own chest, her heart felt as if it were swelling fit to burst, as they spoke in a language more ancient than words.