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[gallowseyes]

His rooms are, if not to his taste, then at least palatable. He's spent money on them -- soft draping and cushions, things to make it more comfortable, with less sharp edges. Setting his keys down on the counter, he turns to Bella, stepping forward until he's crowding into her space, just a little.

"Wine?" he asks. "Or, something else to your taste?"

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[gallowseyes]

"Oh, do you?" he says, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He shifts his weight a little, one hand staying on her arse, the other coming up to slip under the fragrant cover of her long hair to cup the side of her neck, his thumb against her jaw as he draws her down and into a warm, hungry kiss.

[coursetofreedom]

Yes, this was good. This was what she had been missing.

No, sex with strange men did not excite her. Sex at all hours, with no thought to anything else no longer did either. But she enjoyed the skilled touch of a man, especially one she was fond of, and this man was very well-mannered and very, very pretty.

She kissed him back with equal fervor, deft fingers finding their way to the buttons of his shirt.

[gallowseyes]

He feels her start to unbutton his shirt, and he's got no objection to that. Still kissing, his shifts the hand from her arse around, ghosting over the curve of one breast under her waistcoat before he thumbs open a button. Undressing women (undressing anyone) back home in England, had been a complicated affair, all laces and buttons and hooks. Here, though, that button opens as easy as anything, and he drops his hand, and starts on the next.