Her teasing sent a slew of blurred images running through his mind, none of which did anything to ebb his desire.

"I don't need to imagine," he whispered huskily against her lips. He felt around her dress skirt, search for her legs underneath the fabric. Once he found them, he suddenly bent down and lifted her up into his arms bridal-style, silently praying that she wouldn't fight him on it this time. "I already know, lover."

He wondered where in this little garden he might find a nice, soft spot; the fog and the overgrowth that poured over from the side of the buildings and onto the ground below did little to help him figure that out.

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