[ However delicate and sharp his features, his build is that of a broad-shouldered field hand this is literally in The Lightning Tree not just being self indulgent honest, and a winded one at that. Normally he's a bit less affected than this, but there is the entire trip over to consider, and that in his arms is someone whose company he genuinely enjoys with no ulterior motives at play. ]

[ He huffs when she speaks, breath shuddering even though he doesn't. Though Gent is a patient one, her impatience is fascinating. But giving in, tempting as it is, would do her a disservice. If she has one game in this body, perhaps, the experience should be worth her while. ]

I intend to show you. [ His voice is lowered to a near-baritone, which he purrs against her cheek. He stoops forward to kiss her neck again, at the pulse point, while a hand rustles with the silks that cover her leg, aiming to get beneath them. ] It takes time to do a thing properly.

[ His hand curls on the small of her back to yank her flush against him. ] But you are a wonder, so you'll forgive me if I might be tempted to reconsider my patience, now and then.

[ If his hand finds a path beneath her silks then his eager fingertips drag up past her knee, halfway up her thigh. ]