Seeking Solace

[Alphonse Snow]

As he kissed her passionately he casually wrapped his around her small waist. He guessed that it was too late to stop any of this now, he was already too it to really stop himself now. Nataliia seemed really into too, so he wouldn't stop or rather couldn't stop himself. Breaking apart the kiss he bent so so he could whisper in her ear; "We shouldn't do this here." What if Arnost or someone came in, that wouldn't be pleasant to explain to anyone. Especially now that they were both pretty much half-clothed and both seemingly engulfed with lust.

 

[Nataliia Snow]

Nataliia could only nod. He was right, they could or should not do this here. Her right hand found his, and she did her best to pull away from him even though she did not wish to. Nataliia murmured, "Come, the bedroom is upstairs." Leading the way toward the stairs, Nataliia walked gracefully. Tonight, Nataliia was hoping for a night of no regrets, however, the fates of Nataliia's life knew better, that even after tonight, she would have to live with this for the rest of her life, in a way that Nataliia would very least expect it.