"You will be pleased to hear that I prefer private galleries over public museums then. Maybe you could give me a tour? Assuming you aren't busy, of course." She echoed his laugh with a soft chuckle of her own, the sound breathy to the point of almost being a sigh. The feel of his fingers gliding over her skin had pleasant shivers dancing the length of her spine. His touch had always been gentle, a source of comfort for her when she needed it. Even now it was calming her nerves, an unspoken reassurance.

She melted into the kiss, humming a quiet little three note tune not unlike version of her firebird song she reserved for his ears alone. Dropping her hand to his she guided his fingers beneath the towel before reluctantly breaking the kiss when the need for air became too great to ignore. "I want you to be mine. If you will have me," she said, curling her fingers in the fabric of his shirt while resting her forehead against his.