He met no resistance when he pulled her close, her wings did move a bit knowing that his hands were on her back. If he touched them they were silky smooth to the touch, almost like they would rip but they were really durable. It took part of the ceiling to tear her wing, but with the Chaldean’s power it healed correctly and properly. There was no space between them as Sidonie’s mind emptied from all the weight she was feeling.
It was her once again that pulled away from him, this time she untangled herself from his hands and slowly stood up. Her own hands traveling down from his cheek to his hand and pulled him up. Not that anyone would interrupt them there, there were few people that could just enter her sitting area. Slowly she lead him away from the sitting room and through another door that lead down a hallway. It was dark and only light from the candles light the way. There were other rooms off to the sides but she walked all the way down to the last double door and opened it before turning around to kiss him again. The next move was his.