Coconut Grove sitting in the back seat smoking a cigarette you thought was gonna be your last

With his body feeling as light as a feather, tired, but all the while as static as ever, the usual stone-cold hardened structure that was Rosencrantz was relaxed. Tranquilized in the moment as her warmth faded from his body. Even if they had already broken, it was the lingering warmth that kept him in that state of euphoria until the chill of spring's dying light brought him back down to reality. His eye roamed her features, waiting for a reaction. Of disgust? Betrayal? No, she came in once more, leaning against him, blessing him one more with her warmth with which made him melt around her. 

Women. A powerful thing that his father tried to remind him of. A beast unworthy of trust, a witch who only took a man's weakness in his loins to her advantage - something he might have believed with Rhaella's actions and words if it wasn't for the recent feminine encounters who kept proving his father's preachings wrong. Women were indeed powerful but for much more than the strength they held between their legs. 

The silence lingered between them a little longer. Her gaze focused on the horizon, his, on her. It was when the final dying lights of the setting sun did he part his lips to finally break the silence with a vulnerable instance of his own. I've thought about this for a while. Desired? Dreamt? Lust? None of which fitted it. Thought felt best. It wasn't mindless or instinctual, it was more than that. But even now with all this time, he barely found the words to properly express himself. The soft, sweet honey hues kept their lax nature upon her head, that coat, his senses drunk with her aroma still. It was more than just the lust of the moment he was certain of that. 

Of you. He specified.