Even after she pulled away he didn't know what to say. So he kissed her. He kissed her with all the joy, love, and happiness he was feeling. Finally needing air, he pulled away reluctantly, leaning his forehead against hers.
"May I?" He asked while reaching for the box she held in her now shaking hands.
Upon her approval, he gently took the box from her. He removed its contents and, after discarding to box to who knows where, slide it onto her finger.
"Walk me home, Garrik." For once the gleam in her eyes wasn't dangerous.
They walked down passage after passage. Most were empty, not that they noticed to begin with. Before long they reached her door.
"You'll come in, won't you, Garrik?" The inflected innocence in her voice made his heart jump. He was in trouble and he knew it.
"What about your roommate?" He finally managed to get out past his dry mouth.
"Out for the night." She stated innocently as she keyed the door open and stepped in. Blindly he followed.
He was kissing her again. He didn't know when he had started and right now he didn't want to. She tasted beautiful, like rare spice. He was lost. Lost to the door that shut behind him. Lost to all but her.
They were near her bed now. Some how and some where along the way he had lost his belt and jacket. His boots and her sandals soon joined the collection of lost clothing items as they tumbled head on into the abyss of pleasure.
His hand brushing her lekku provoked a moan from her pretty mouth. While to retaliate her nails would drag provocatively against his spine. And so it continued. Kisses grew more passionate, touches less innocent, and the room a whole lot warmer. But all was lost to them as they continued their dance of pleasure until it crescendoed magnificently.