Close…so close… they can feel the heat of each other's breath on their flesh, can feel one another trembling even in the warmth of the summer night. Lips brush against lips, warm and wet; breaths hitch, hands tremble where they are knotted in coarse, thick hair. Skin brushes against skin as clothing falls to the floor in a whispered sigh.
Fear is present in both pairs of eyes; their nervousness evident in every touch, every breath. Eyes avert and faces flush and she begs for him to put out the candle; never before has she felt so vulnerable, so exposed. Never before has he felt so anxious, so strange. The light is snuffed and they rely on their tactile senses in the darkness.
The moments that follow are tense and awkward. Embarrassment nearly takes over before it is pushed away, and then pain takes hold. And then tears are replaced with soft moans, fingers are curled into sheets, nails dig into flesh.
It is something tense and strange and good and new… something they wish they could repeat often, but know that this night is all that they can have. When the sun rises, they will leave this place. She will return to the boy who needs her love to survive this cruel world, and he to rule the ruin of a kingdom he has inherited.
They will sacrifice themselves; they will be selfless come dawn. But now, under the cover of darkness, they push aside thoughts of tomorrow and indulge in selfish bliss.