We hadn't been alone for long, only a few hours since our knighting in Camelot and we were in the forest again. I feltt self-conscious when he ran his hands over my face. I wanted to shrug away, tell him how uncomfortable I was, but I made myself stay still. His large, warm fingers traced my forehead, my cheekbones, my eyelids. I forced myself to relax, to keep from wincing. It was one of my eccentricities; I could handle any challenge, any battle, but allowing myself to be truly known, that was the difficult thing. This was his way of seeing.
His hands paused over my lips, gently stroking them. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, leaning in for a kiss. My embarrassment ebbed as his warm lips covered my own, his hands now gently caressing my sides. His tongue was silky against mine, his musky smell overwhelming the scent of the plants around us. "My Kayley..."
My heart felt like it was expanding, bursting, encompassing the world. The next time his hands ran over my face, lovingly, reverently, I felt worshiped; he was bringing my true self into the light. And when he gently laid me down in the dark, I found my hands were discovering him as well.