[He mutters out the words as he turns, throwing his arms over her, pulling her in close and sticking his cold nose against the back of her neck. His lips drag against soft, heated skin, the words murmured as he kisses her.]
--you're a queen, mon chou. And anything you do is becoming.
[He tightens his grip on her, his mouth dragging up. Nipping the shell of her ear, he adds softly:]
no subject
[He mutters out the words as he turns, throwing his arms over her, pulling her in close and sticking his cold nose against the back of her neck. His lips drag against soft, heated skin, the words murmured as he kisses her.]
--you're a queen, mon chou. And anything you do is becoming.
[He tightens his grip on her, his mouth dragging up. Nipping the shell of her ear, he adds softly:]
Isn't that right?