Marian hummed softly. She knew he wasn't wrong. Though, she was sure, the only time she made an effort to hide what she was thinking from her face was when the children were present, and paying attention. She hoped she made it clear, without words, how she felt.
Her patience did not stay with her. She had thought she would be able to let him feel her lips, but the gasp, the moan, rubbed the frayed strings. "I'm sorry, I know I said I would... But... But..." She panted softly as she stood. Her fingers moving to the laces of her trousers, plucking them loose with skilled ease, before pushing them from her hips.
Marian stood before him bare, the larger scar had been just below the band of her trousers, the smaller more jagged down by her hip, admiring him in all his glory. Her lower lip caught between her teeth. Lust clear on her face, as it burned inside her.