Katarli moaned and arced with his continued kisses and nibbles, her hands brushing through his wet hair, down to knead hungrily at his strong, shining shoulders. "Dymian," she whispered as he descended. He was the one who had weathered the cold water but she was the one covered in goosebumps.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">...and for clarification, is he still standing/kneeling beside the bed?</div></div>