Two Eyes Cenote [cp] [m] hunger of the pine,

Toula danced with him, all smiles and laughter as she melted in his arms. each step seemed as natural as breathing for the times that they two had practiced this dance, and that she still had continued to do by her lonesome to not misstep. she felt like she was flying—her heart led her feet, and then also her body as she drew closer to him.
she was made drunk by his touch alone! and she was starving for more of it—she wanted to follow him, she wanted him to put into practice each of the things that he said he would do,
if we go now, she answers in his ear, I fear I shall keep you longer than I should, and make us late for our own wedding, a coy little smile—but her eyes betrayed the truth of it to him. 
but there was an impish light there, too! should we?! her gaze screamed, reckless youth at odds, for the first time, with her royal upbringing!