A warm meal and a quiet night

CHULANE like a river flows surely to the sea Layers peel off, clothes fall to the ground - mostly hers, as he has apparently forgotten that particular step in his hurry to be near her, to taste her, to feel her. She reaches for him, her hand finding his hip, the other his neck, and they are entwined in a kiss deeper than the one shared at the Kraai. His hand runs down her side, towards her hips, his fingers exploring her form in a way they have craved to do longer than he is happy to openly admit to her, or himself. Finally the kiss breaks, and his breathing is far deeper than before. He shrugs his way out of his cloak and jacket, a linen shirt left covering his broad chest. It had been a while. He had been camping on the most remote place on Earth before being brought here, there wasn't exactly a lot of time or places for that sort of action amongst the scientists. Needless to say; He was nervous. Still, he pulled her towards him in a tight embrace, leaning his frame into her as much as she did to him, angling his head to kiss her along her cheekbone, towards her ear. "Tell me," he whispered against her, his voice deep and not quite as steady as before. He pressed another kiss on her before continuing, "what would you like for dessert?" some things are meant to be