She laughed softly, her eyes following his finger down to the necklace she wore that clearly stated she was anything but frugal. "How perfectly suited we are," she said before pressing a kiss where his neck and jaw met. She lifted one hand to lightly stroke her fingers against his cheek, and to slowly lure him down for a kiss. Moments such as this, she supposed, would make leaving her Manor more acceptable.
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