It wasn't what she wanted, Dahlia almost protested, but he was holding her close and her snuggled her next to him. Her fingers ran up his back mindlessly, registering what she was doing as her mind also tried to take in the fact that her chemise was slipping upwards, her breasts bear against his chest. Her hips pushing into him, wanting more, more of.... well whatever this was.

Wherever Quin's fingers roamed felt as if the flickering of candles had touched it, they trailed along her body, meeting skin. Dahlia's breath hissed inward as his hand slid downward, toward that very spot she felt so self conscious of. Involuntarily she grabbed his wrist, but already his fingers had dipped between her thighs, discovering the moistness there, and then, they went further, touching that place. "Oh!" Dahlia had no idea how she felt about this development, but she definitely felt embarrassed. Was this normal? Her body bucking toward his fingers, wanting more than the hint of what was to come.