His kiss, though not surprising was not expected, his lips soft against hers, she wanted more but held back, they barely knew each other this being only the second time they had been together. There was obvious physical attraction, her pulse quickening at his touch of her wrist, she reached out placing her other hand on top of his, holding them together as they gazed into each other's eyes, hers the deep rich brown of molten dark chocolate.<br/><br/>She listened as he told his story, fascinated by the history of his country; here she was sitting across from a living legend, about to partake in a formal tea ceremony, the floral scent of which filled the room. She was amazed at her sense of smell, she could pick out every distinct smell, the soaps Senfeng had chosen the smell of detergent on his dry cleaned suit, the earthy smells of the wood surrounding them. Was this unusual, had she always been able to do this, what was different, the concern played across her face as she listened to his words.<br/><br/>When he stood to serve tea, her skin cried for his touch, the need to be close to him almost overwhelming, she stared into those jade eyes, hers swirling with her own hunger. She was unsure she would be able to maintain the formal nature that was required for the ceremony, her lust overpowering. She wanted him, to smell him, taste him, rub against him, leave her scent upon his skin, claim him as her own, her eyes showing these emotions plainly.<br/><br/>Pulling her eyes away at the same moment he did, "yes, tea would be good, which are we trying first Senfeng?" she whispered, her voice breathy, "and Moon cake, shall I open the box?"