This was different from their wedding night, hasty and awkward and driven more by duty than desire. Different even from last night's shower intimacy, emotional and raw, and about comfort more than passion. This was something new entirely. This was them, finally, with time and privacy and no obligations except to each other.
Shuyin's fingers found the hem of his sleep shirt and slipped beneath it, her palms flat against his bare skin. The touch was electric, sending shivers through him despite the warmth of the room. Lu Yuze returned the favor, his hands sliding under her nightshirt to trace patterns on her lower back, her sides, feeling her shiver in response.
"Lu Yuze," she breathed against his mouth, and there was a question in it, permission-seeking and permission-granting all at once.
