[Gods, did anybody? But if he thought she hadn't noticed the occasional lingering eye, he had another thing coming. She'd more than obviously had the same, from that tremendously personal dream and further thoughts since.

But he hadn't pulled away, made some excuse. Instead he kissed her and her tail fell limp as she sank against him, her hold on him tightened as every tense and confused thought and feeling in her all but burst into an Okay. We Are Doing This.

Her gaze had softened as he parted from her. She'd forgotten the age-old insistence that a gentleman leads, a gentleman knows what to do, but as she stepped away and took his hands, she guided him back and around this corner. They'd need a little privacy, and she drew the line at voyeurism.]

And I love you, Raha. Just think with your heart rather than your mind, and you'll do just fine.

You've always been a quick study, haven't you...?

[He was picking up cooking like a fiend, and had even taken up music after going for so long without. As she spoke, the limbals of her eyes softly gleamed, weaving a little extra something, a simple command to the roses: No Peeking. The garden shifted around them, vines and greenery sprouting anew in a slow circle as her hands moved to her top and worked each button undone...]