Swiftcurrent Creek [m] Got to let go, we can dance like there's no tomorrow

Reverie scarcely noticed that the other two had departed. Her eyes traced each little way Lestan reacted to her; the way he looked at her, touched her, trembled. What could she do but kiss him? Slowly, sweetly, pulling him closer with gentle insistence. It seemed to her that he was uncertain, so she gave ample opportunity for him to stop her.
But if he didn't, Reverie didn't at all mind taking the reins in this. She really did prefer to lead, as she'd told Arric, and might have before if only — it was just all so new to her then! But she had paid close attention. This time she knew where to touch him, how to proceed, and so she sought to remind him of the promise he'd made when they'd first done this together.
He was hers.