Re: Still later
She doesn't wear perfume. She's never liked perfume. But she has a deeply sensual, rich and luxurious scent all her own, and he would not have it-- her-- any other way. He often closes his eyes when he is alone, and remembers every nuance, every curve, every sigh and moan brought forth by his touch, by his lips, on those nights they cannot be together. Nights that will, it seems, be more frequent than before.
And under his hands, at his touch and command, the remaining barriers of clothing between them fall away, and in the moments that follow, they are not merely naked against each other, but in and around each other.