Amycus grinned into their kiss, enjoying the feel of Alecto's tongue teasing his. She didn't get into this type of a mood very often and he made a point of enjoying it when she did.
He watched her kick off her pajama buttons with a wicked grin of his own, watching as they fell to the floor. "I don't want to talk about Rabastan anymore," he said sliding under the covers and into her arms. "Actually I don't want to talk about anything anymore," he added, kissing her while he ran his hand down her side, stopping at her hip and tracing lazy figures over it before moving his hand back up to cup her breast. He knew from past experience that he couldn't rush Alecto so he resisted the urge to push her onto her back and slide deep inside her. They'd get there eventually.