Two crazy lovers in Andaris? Celeste smiled and felt relieved, just pure relief, course through her. As his hands held her close to him, pulling her into his embrace, her hands moved and she realised that she hated his shirt. It wasn't his shirt she wanted to feel, it was his skin. It surprised her, how much she wanted rid of this foolish garment.
His Baroness? Celeste shook her head, "No. Everyone else sees her. You see me, Xander." That he loved her, though, that was all she needed in that moment and plans and thoughts of logic and politics, power and house left her as she clung on to him. She wasn't hungry, she told him and he looked at her with a serious gaze then lowered his head and kissed her again.
Celeste was aware of him lifting her, her arms around the back of his neck and her legs wrapped around his as he carried her. Their lips did not part and the young woman was lost to reason. Somehow, she was sitting on the table and one of his hands was on her face, gently cupping her cheek even as the other was in the small of her back, pulling her to him. She arched her back, drawing herself to him and looked at him almost uncomprehendingly as he asked her if he was moving too fast. There were no words that she could give him to tell him what she was feeling, but he kissed her neck, her shoulder and her hands moved to his shirt, fumbling at buttons with shaking digits as she let out a deep moan of pleasure.
Which would be all the answer he would get. At least in words.
