She pulled at his tunic and shirt, trying to find a way to keep kissing him and still get his clothes off.
He moaned faintly into the kiss, tears clinging to his eyelashes as he broke the kiss long enough to tug his shirt off, pressing up against her once more as his fingers tangled in her fiery hair.
She curled down into his arms, perching on his knee to tangle her fingers, in turn, into his hair. They clung so close together nothing could come between them, like one body and two souls, yet their very closeness was provoked by the thing that would rip them apart.