Gyrfalcon's Keep trust like that is not freely given

The man descended upon her, and he was soon too close for comfort — alas, that would be the case if she felt anything at all, but the woman's body hardly reacted to the closing of that gap. The reduced proximity gave rise to some sensations; the feeling of warmth emanating from his large body, for one. A hunger, too, but perhaps that was reserved to her alone.

She tilted her head ever so slightly as if to look at him, and her eyes closed. She pressed her cheek against his chest, twisted so that she could drag her cold nose across his chin, and simultaneously inhaled as she snaked beneath him. He smelled cool, like minerals.

The woman sighed softly, and withdrew. Whatever game he had started, she had changed. The feeling of warmth lingered for a moment on her cheek and as it cooled, she let out a humorless spit of laughter. Your turn, said one blithe look.