Gaura was always so expressive, especially in moments like this. And Henry ate it up. His own upbringing and cultural mores left him feeling more than a little bit shy about sex, but Gaura always encouraged him when he was feeling this way. For that Henry was thankful.

He ran his hands along his fiance's sides, deepening their kiss as he guided them toward their bed. Those deft fingers darted under the hem of Gaura's shirt, pulling a muffled sound from Henry as they trailed over warm skin. When he finally needed to break for air, he stepped away enough to help get Gaura out of his shirt -- always mindful of his beautiful wings.