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They were both self-conscious of the fact that they were standing in his office, of the uncurtained windows and the lights burning brightly around them. He had a hold of her hand, and looked at her, asking her permission to lead her. She nodded briefly and followed the gentle tug on her arms as he lead her through the little door that lead to his private quarters.
He closed the door behind them, and pulled her into his arms kissing her soundly. She gasped quietly in surprise but found she was enjoying his kiss too much for her train of thought to be sustained for long enough for her to utter anything, of protest or otherwise. If nothing else, she liked the certainty of his arms around her, she liked the firmness of his chest pressed gently against hers.
His hands moved over her hair, coming to nurse's cap. She nodded breathlessly.
"Take it off," she told him quietly, "It's alright."
He let it fall to the floor and she felt his fingers in her hair, running through it. There were many things about this that she liked, she reflected, his hot breath on her neck, the weight of her hair falling out of his hands and down her back, the way he softly nuzzled his face against her cheek. She leant away just a fraction. His eyes were closed. She did not know the word to describe the look on his face. It took her breath away for a second. He was... reverent, almost. He looked almost at peace. She touched his face carefully with her hand.
"Roland," she said.
"Grace."
Again, her breath hissed a little at the way he said her name. He spoke its meaning into every sound. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer to him. His arms encircled her body again.
Her job meant that she was well appraised of how to remove a man's uniform; unfortunately, he had been given no such preparation. She guided his fingers gently, smiling softly at his slight fumbling, resting her hand softly on his wrist to stop him trembling.
"It's alright," she whispered again, "It's only you and me."
He let out a long breath.
"I've thought about this for so long," he confessed, parting another of her buttons.
"Have you?" she asked.
He nodded silently, undoing the clasps around her waist. With a gentle shrug of her shoulders, her dress pooled around her feet. She stepped cleanly out of it, holding on to his hand.
"Come to the bed?" he asked.
She nodded, following him.
His bed was narrow, and he courteously tried to take up as little space as possible, leaving her almost two thirds of the space. She slipped under the covers beside him, allowing him to wrap his arms back around, enjoying the feeling of his warm body pressed against hers, the blankets wrapped around them both.
She moaned softly as his tongue slipped into her mouth, gently exploring. His hands were touching her sides, and then her breast over her corset. She groaned again, her lips turning away from his.
"Are you alright?" he asked her.
"Yes," she replied huskily.
Her hands travelled up his chest, under his undershirt, drawing it over his head and off. She sat up briefly, undoing her corset so that it came apart in his hands. They lay back down, their chests pressed against one another. She could feel his breathing against hers, feel his arousal against her thigh. She tilted her head back, giving him better access as he kissed her neck. She ran her fingers through his hair, hers was all over his pillow.
Her mouth fell open in a long gasp as she felt his hand slip inside her underwear and touch her intimately. He was watching her intently, her eyes fell shut, almost unable to bear it. His name slipped from her lips.
"Roland."
"Grace," he kissed her forehead in reply, his finger slipping inside her.
Her hands clutched at his shoulders, wanting him as close as possible and needing something to make herself feel as if she wasn't about to fall away from the edge of the earth.
She had felt like this before. It was wonderful to remember this feeling. She could hardly believe she was here with Roland, like this, but it was wonderful to remember this feeling, to have this feeling of raging bodily love again. She keened as he pressed the pad of his thumb against her, she arched her back and her neck, clutching helplessly at him as she tumbled off the edge. His arms held her tightly as she shook violently.
Still shaking a little, she kissed his lips slowly, sensually, her grip loosening. He stroked her hair, gently, taking in the features of her face, planting another tender kiss on her forehead. She nuzzled her mouth against his chest.
"Make love to me, Roland. Please."
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