She smiled, the corners of her eyes crinkling, as they fed each other. After a little while, they began to feed each other more directly, and she nibbled his fingertips. There was a stirring in her body she hadn’t felt for ages.
Unaware that a blush was decorating his cheeks, he beamed adoringly at her, lovingly caressing her face as a shiver shook his frame, eyes widening at the playful little nibbles.
Pushing her trencher aside, she rose to her feet, never looking away from him. The silence was broken only by the sounds of the fire and the rustle of her dress. She came and leaned over him in his chair, hands cupping his face in the firelight. Softly, she traced the curve of his lower lip with a thumb.