It's too much to bear my darlin', the weight of the world
And I would carry it for you
"Just for tonight..." He repeated, words murmured. Instinctively his arms went up away from his sides when she tugged at his shirt, loosening it from the waist of his pants. His heart fluttered and his belly turned as he looked down at her hands, desire and white-hot heat already pulsing through his body. When she asked if he wanted to go alone, his head shot up, mouth opening from the force of the movement. He shook his head, cheeks jiggling dumbly. He didn't want to do anything alone, especially undress -- especially what could follow undressing. He swallowed a hard lump in his throat and grabbed her right forearm, tugging her along with him as he walked backwards over his muddy footprints.
His eyes couldn't leave hers now. No, not with the promise of her touch and the closeness of her body so clearly near. He kicked his boots off as he walked with the skill of a silently stalking lion, though he moved through their house like a bull in a china shop with total disregard for chairs, rugs, or other furniture in his way. His hip bumped against the edge of a leathered armchair and he bounced off it like a log down a rocky river bank. All he could think of was her. Their children were safe in the caring arms of Cordelia's parents -- whom Noah trusted inexplicably -- so this reunion was wholly focused on merging and twisting and continuing to build on their marriage.
He let her pull off whatever she wanted to, his eyes searching her body hungrily as his hands found her hips again, pulling her against him as his shoulder bumped the bedroom door open. He went for her mouth with a tenderness that was ever present, but his tongue danced at her lips and begged for entry with a craving that only she could satisfy. He pushed up the linen of her dress, wanting to pull the fabric up and toss it away. He broke their kiss only with enough time to do such, before his lips found the curve of her cheek and claimed it with a trail of kisses, his tongue sliding down the length of her neck before he bit at her collarbone.
His eyes couldn't leave hers now. No, not with the promise of her touch and the closeness of her body so clearly near. He kicked his boots off as he walked with the skill of a silently stalking lion, though he moved through their house like a bull in a china shop with total disregard for chairs, rugs, or other furniture in his way. His hip bumped against the edge of a leathered armchair and he bounced off it like a log down a rocky river bank. All he could think of was her. Their children were safe in the caring arms of Cordelia's parents -- whom Noah trusted inexplicably -- so this reunion was wholly focused on merging and twisting and continuing to build on their marriage.
He let her pull off whatever she wanted to, his eyes searching her body hungrily as his hands found her hips again, pulling her against him as his shoulder bumped the bedroom door open. He went for her mouth with a tenderness that was ever present, but his tongue danced at her lips and begged for entry with a craving that only she could satisfy. He pushed up the linen of her dress, wanting to pull the fabric up and toss it away. He broke their kiss only with enough time to do such, before his lips found the curve of her cheek and claimed it with a trail of kisses, his tongue sliding down the length of her neck before he bit at her collarbone.
