Patience snuggled closer to the warm wall of his chest. He adjusted his hold;...

Patience snuggled closer to the warm wall of his chest. He adjusted his hold; his hands slid about her waist, beneath her cloak. He drew her more firmly against him, shifting so she was trapped- very comfortably- between him and the old wall. One arm and shoulder protected her from the stones; the rest of him protected her from the night. His arms tightened; Patience felt the strength of him down her length, felt the press of his chest against her breasts, the weight of his hips against her stomach, the solid columns of his thighs hard against her softer limbs.
His lips found hers again; his hands spread over her back, molding her to him. Patience felt heat rise- from her, from him, between them. They were in no danger of taking a chill.