Luckily for both of them, his days as a bumbling lovelorn poet were long over. This was a dance he knew very well. And what he did lack in subtlety, he made up for with skill. His hands roamed her skin as they kissed. Fingers questing beneath the hem of her shirt to caress her lower back as he moved with her to the bed. Kissing and nibbling down her long, slender neck, he could feel the beat of her heart quickening against his lips.