"I'm not the same," Anne responded, closing her eyes and turning her head into his movements as she felt the weight of her hair shift. She felt dulled by her mortality but it would have been impossible to explain. Instead, she dropped her head and placed a kiss against his collarbone, her tongue flicking out to taste the salty skin there.
He was perfect, he just didn't know it. She didn't even know how to explain. She just placed kiss after kiss against his bare chest before reaching up one hand to flick at the gold pin holding her dress in place. It pooled around her waist with a small rustling sound. Anne's hand guided Sam's to her bare breasts.