As her dress fell, he was tempted, oh so very tempted, to close the space between them, to trace his fingers long her neck, her bare shoulders, to trace the long scars that fell along the length of her back to to curve of her backside. He nearly forgot he had offered her his shirt, nearly looked lost when she turned around expectantly. When he pulled the article over his head, Ruli stepped forward to set it in her hand, and he watched her pull it on, the fabric settling in just the right spot. 

Ruli shivered, then grinned. "Get into bed." He said, putting his hands on her waist to direct her onto her bed, crawling onto it behind. "Clothes are coming off soon, anyway, it hardly matters." Ruli said suggestively, felling over her to claim her mouth. 

~

For once, in the morning, he didn't wake first. Ruli was sprawled out on his stomach, one arm reaching over Kire, the other bent beneath his pillow. His face was nestled against her shoulder, his breath caressing her collarbone as he slumbered on.