"Oh God— oh God— "Oh—"
He watched her face and thought, that he was in serious trouble. "In thin array," he began quietly, "after a pleasant guise."
She opened her eyes. His fingers were still inside her, still, no longer moving, just present.
"When her loose gown from her shoulders did fall." He watched her face as recognition moved across it. "And she me caught in her arms long and small. Therewithal sweetly did me kiss—"
Breathing hard, her chest still rising and falling with the exertion of what had just moved through her, Livia held his gaze. "—and softly said," she continued, "Dear heart, how like you this?"
