In Gadriel's mind, he was not much to look at--scars from his Black Carapace surgery, from old injuries, mapping over the hard planes of muscle. But she...had all these fascinating shapes, and her skin against his was warm and smooth and he could feel the soft swells of her breasts against his broad chest.

He kept one hand near her face, stroking along her jawline, letting the other trace a long slow line down her back, down the bared skin, the silky texture of the muscle along her spine, down to where the waistband of her clothes was.

He made a soft sigh, as she kissed him, rocking his hips up into her movement, not knowing exactly why, but just that it felt...right?