He felt his pulse skip when she stood and came to sit beside him on the bed, his eyes following her. He felt very aware of the thick clothing he wore, and of the softness of the sheets beneath his forearms. She made her promise, and Ruli had no arguement. They [i]had[/i] through a lot together. Saved one a other from some harrowing, pain-filled death at least once, each. 
It should mean something. 

Still, he found himself unmoving. Hesitating. Her choice, her move, and all he had to do was say yes. But his mouth wouldn't open. He could feel the warmth of her, her weight pulling at the blanket folded over his lap, and somehow he felt that it would push her away more if he said no. But he couldn't say [i]that[/i],  either. 

Inhaling, Ruli twisted towards her, pressing a soft kiss on her lips. She smells of the mineral water from the hot springs, and the spices in the wine. Her lips were soft, and unhesitatingly against his. He broke it quickly, though his lips hovered over hers. He reached behind him to tug the other side of the blankets down, inviting her into his bed.