It was the same skirt she'd always worn, with the same slit up the side of her leg. He'd seen that same flesh plenty of times and barely batted an eyelash.

But today it was all he could to not to stare as she cut her way through the enemy lines, hair, sword and skirt moving gracefully in the breeze. She truly was a work of art, he thought.

"Kent!" Sain's voice jolted him from his thoughts, Kent turned around to thrust his lance through a swordfighter's chest just in time. He knew Sain wanted to comment on the irony of the situation, but kept his mouth shut much to Kent's relief.

The skirmish ended hours later, the army retiring to their beds, and Lyn finally approached him as he was removing his armor.

"Kent, you seemed a little out of it earlier..." Her voice was much too innocent. "Is something wrong?" She stretched. His eyes traveled the length of her body from her ample breasts, over the curve of her hips, down to that tantalizing glimpse of flesh beneath her skirt...

"No," he managed to choke out. "Nothing at all, Lyndis." He managed to catch himself before he called her my lady, ever since they'd become a couple her one rule was that he call her by her name and her name only. She frowned.

"Well, you certainly seemed distracted by something." Elimine, she was beautiful. Self control. You are a knight...you're still her knight, no matter what your relationship is now. You must show restraint.

"I'm simply tired is all," he lied. "I think it would be best if I went to bed now."

"Kent." She wrapped her arms tightly around him, her body pressing against his. "It's okay...we love each other, it's perfectly natural."

"But even so, you're still my lady," he protested, albiet weakly; his hand crept towards the slit of her skirt, he tried to jerk it back but she held it in place.

"Please, Kent...just once, I wish you would stop seeing me as your lady and treat me like a woman." She kissed him, softly and briefly. "Please..."

"Are you absolutely sure? I don't want you to do something you'll regret," he whispered, but the flesh of her leg was so soft against his hand, he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out. She pressed herself more tightly against him, staring into his eyes.

"Yes."

The longing in her eyes and the determination in her voice broke through the last of his resistance.

"Sain's out trying to court Fiora again. He won't be back for hours."

"Perfect." She pulled him into the tent and shut the door. Her lips claimed his, and everything else faded away.