[ Impatience has him quick to forget himself, and it isn't until her arms slip from him that memory strikes. Hands move to his own layers, well practiced hands swift with his waistcoat. It too falls to the floor to accompany the rest of their collective clothes. He stands there locked between her legs in little else but his breeches and a cotton shirt, flushed with a pooling heat that only gathers at the sight of her bare in the candlelight.

No finger sight has laid itself before his eyes.

He turns his head into her hand, half lidded eyes glinting with amusement - a lightness he has not felt in some days. Be it due to the drink, or perhaps her, it is good to feel it again. ]

I have found more than my summer, mademoiselle. [ Hands settle on her hips pulling them forward, closer, voice low and thick. Her affect clear in the building tightness.] I have found the sun herself, blazing and beautiful. She blinds to look upon her, but alas I cannot look away.

[ Tilting his head further he takes her thumb between his lips. ]