She follows him down to the grass, heart beating faster as the warrior becomes so careful with her. The ground is still warm from the sun, and more comfortable than she would have guessed as his weight settles over her. His hands elicit soft sounds and shifts as M- tries to extend the touches that stir up more need and emotion. He seems to respond instinctively, and in turn encourages her hands to do the same.

Blade is a warrior with a warrior's body, muscle and strength with just enough flexibility to balance out to an impressive masculine beauty. Her hands trace scars like they are precious things, reminders of what he is capable of surviving. Dim light or no, there can be no doubt she sees him as she kisses softly along his shoulder or up to catch his mouth. Her senses are full of him, rendering the present as a simple, needful thing. Tonight is all about the next brush of skin and teasing touch and rising fervor that will culminate in something beautiful.

She knows it.