( The time they have alone together within the sanctuary the carriage provides away from prying eyes is limited, this she knows, but it doesn't stop her want, or the way she pulls him to her as his arm wraps around her waist. Gods, she wants to give all of herself to him, to leave no part of her body untouched by his hands, mouth, and body, but she knows the limited space within the carriage restricts what they can do.

Bruised lips part, making way for their tongues to dance together, taking in the taste of him before taking his bottom lip between her teeth. She gently nips at it before releasing it with a breathy laugh as she presses her forehead against his, thumb brushing against the length of his jaw. )

Will you come to me tonight? ( She kisses him several times, the press of her lips quick against his. ) Or perhaps it will be easier for me to come to you.

I recall hidden passages, but I have never used them. If Ser Criston is not on duty, I may be able to dismiss my guard, requesting privacy for penance.

( The length they will need to go to be together will be great, but she is willing to make the effort. Willing to make the sacrifice and take on whatever risk it may bring. He is worth whatever struggles she might endure thousand times over. She wants to feel him beneath her, wracked with the pleasure she gives him. And she wants to be beneath him, crushed by the weight of his body and crying out his name in pleasure.

She wants to share in their mutual want and passion. To burn together and be consumed by the fires burning within them. )