Soft as velvet would be the best term to compare her touch with.

A lithe finger traced across his strong jaw line, mesmerizing the line it made. He was always a thin man, long and sleek, muscular, with the body of a swimmer. His eyes were dark as storm clouds, barely held in at bay and his features were chiseled mahogany, emotionless and still. There was always an aura about him, Seluna pondered, as she traced her fingers down his neck to his chest, running them across the few lines that criss-crossed in the muscle tissue before tracing them down to his stomach, and laying her palms flat.

Taking his lips from hers, Kiros smiled gently, raising a thumb to trace her cheekbone. "You are a beautiful woman." He whispered, his voice terse. When she looked away, he pressed his fingers against her cheek and brought her golden eyes to his, and smiled, the subtle curve of his lips as warm as the setting sun. "I mean this, Seluna."

"You must say this to all the women you kiss, Kiros." Seluna chided sweetly. She raised her hands from his stomach and caressed his face in-between her palms, running her thumb across his temple. "Yet, maybe this time you are telling the truth?"

Kiros' smile broadened, and he reached to take her hands in his. Letting his lips drift back to hers with an earnest feeling, he pressed a harder kiss to her, sending a subtle chill up her spine. As gently as the snow falls, he pressed her back with a free palm, and carressed her shoulder with the other, and he was cought off guard as her own lithe strong arms slipped around his neck and pushed against him feverishly. Pulling away he pressed his forehead against hers, their breathing somewhat erratic, as he brought his hand to stroke her near platinum hair. As she moved her head to his ear, she slipped her arms around his waist and held him, tightly, pulling him closer to her.

"I want this, Kiros." She whispered, her voice low.

Kiros was taken aback by her confession, the thought clearly on his mind yet he dared not voice it. "Are you sure Seluna?"

With out answering with her voice, Seluna reached to take his hand in hers, pulling him towards the bed. Carefully, she sat down on the edge and crossed her legs, pulling her skirts over her knees. Kiros watched her uncomfortable movements and shifting, her body warm and inviting, yet dangerously to the breaking point. Careful now, he told himself, as he leaned down to her feet. She was as subtle and as beautiful as a rose; it's thorns hidden precariously within the lovely folds of its petals. When he reached out with a warm hand to grasp her knee, she did not flinch, just merely stare into his eyes, beckoning to continue.

He unlaced her boots one spindle at a time, and pulled them off slowly, giving her time to rethink. She showed no hesitation, no rethought on her actions. If she would tell him to go away, he would do so with out any hard feelings. He gazed down at her feet, noting the structure, the hard arch and the smooth ankle, and ran his fingers across the top, inciting a giggle to come from her soft pouty lips.

"Kiros," Seluna chuckled, leaning back against her palms on the bed. "What are you doing?"

Kiros smiled, raising an eyebrow as he let her foot down. "Just making sure I don't end up with a broken jaw."

She looked at him, a strange look in her eye. "Why would that occur?"

"I admit, I've had my fair share of females beat me into a withering puddle." He spoke, a hint of laughter etching his voice. "It's an experience I would much rather not relive, if you don't mind."

Seluna laughed, her voice coated with honey, smooth and rich. Pulling herself up from her position she reached to him, gripping the lapels of his shirt and bringing his lips to hers once again. His inhibition gone, he let his hand drift from her foot to her calf, noting the soft texture of her skin. She had beautiful legs, softly muscular, strong against his hand. Daringly he let his palms drift upwards against, feeling her thigh and insighting a small sigh from her against his lips, as he drifted along the smooth length. Seluna let his lips pull away from hers, down her chin to her neck, kissing an invisible line to her prominent collar bone. She closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation, her mind lost elsewhere until she heard his subtle curse.

"What's wrong?" She asked. Kiros gave her a tight smile and looked towards her dress. It was tied tightly over her body, an annoyance which she soon understood. Lifting calm fingers, she pulled at the ribbon and twine, undoing the intricate design with a twist of her fingers. Seluna looked at Kiros and nodded, motioning to his own clothing, which he deftly began to remove himself. Soon she was as bare to him as he was to her, and a sense of vulnerability occurred to her. She was offering herself to his man, which she barely knew, yet felt she had known forever. It felt right to go on, to trail upon a road she had ventured before, yet only with ones she had known for years. It felt right. it felt perfect. One glance at his eyes, and she knew he mimicked her feelings.

Carefully, Kiros pushed aside her hair, which had fallen across her bare breasts. "You are magnificent," He whispered, gazing at her nude form with appreciation. Her skin was the colour of mocha, and yet was as soft as the bed linens they rested upon. Tilting his head he resumed pressing his lips against her skin, trailing subtle kisses. Her soft moans escaped from her throat, and vibrated against his lips, as he reached to press his hands against her breasts, pressing softly into the silk skin. Motioning her down, he looked into her eyes for silent approval before pressing his lips against her taunt stomach.

Lacquered fingernails drifted across his shoulders in tantalizing circles, across his bicep, then back to his shoulders again. She gasped when he kissed her low, and lower still, and gripped his hands in hers. Moments passed before she shuddered, whispering his name, and her grip lessoned.

Kiros climbed over her, leaning his weight carefully on top of her body. Stroking the side of her face, he gazed into her golden brown eyes and smiled with her, silently asking her if he should or should not proceed. Seluna gave a small nod, her eyes slitted and a sweet curve on her lips. With he knee he pushed her thighs apart, his eyes never leaving hers, and carefully slid his length inside her warm body. Seluna gasped and tightly closed her eyes, her breathing becoming erratic and hostile. She pressed her nails into his back and arches her body closer to him, embracing him over his shoulders as he moved. Kiros pressed his face into her shoulder and closed his eyes, reveling in the sensation of being inside her, being one with her.

She leaned her head back and moaned, wrapping her strong legs around his waist and pulling him closer. He thrust himself in tune with her movements, growing more and more excited over her whispers, as her body arched itself against him. He pressed her body closer to his, thrusting his hips into hers, entwining her limbs over his body as she cried out his name. They seemed as one, as she flew up and then down in one fell swoop, and he as well, as the world around them silently went supernova.

Kiros fell back against her, a sheen of sweat encasing his body. Panting, he raised a hand to hers, and gazed at her face. Her eyes were closed and her breathing shallow and cool, like a warm summer breeze. As carefully as he could, he reached behind them and gripped a sheet, pulling over their bodies. The last thing he saw before he too drifted off into darkness was the soft rise and fall of her chest as visions danced behind her eyes of Timber, and it's future.