We settled back down on fresh cushions she'd pulled from a nearby chest, wrapped in a light silk sheet. Elizabeth curled against me, her leg thrown over mine, one breast still pressed to my side. For a long time we simply lay there, talking in hushed voices about small things,the way the lanterns made her hair shimmer like liquid silver, how the garden outside reminded her of when I was a child and she'd sneak me sweets after bedtime, the quiet pride she felt watching me grow into the powerful man I was becoming.
She fed me slices of sweet fruit from a bowl, placing them between her lips and kissing them into my mouth. I returned the favor, licking stray juice from her chin and neck, which led to more lazy kissing and touching. My hand roamed over her curves,squeezing her plump ass, tracing the stretch marks on her hips that only made her more beautiful to me, circling her navel where I'd so recently been bulging her belly.
