His coaxing hands urged her up onto her knees. A low groan, near whimper, as her chest drew up against his. The thin muslin like material did nothing to hamper the friction his leather doublet offered.
Her fingers loosened in his hair, her fingers eased from the desperate hold. One hand eased over his shoulder. Fingers toying with the seam, and piping. Something deep screamed that this was wrong. Even if it felt so... very... good.