"It's beautiful," he murmured.

He just looked at her for a moment, and then reached out and traces his fingers lightly over the lines of the rose. After a couple of ragged breaths, he pulled her down to sit on the bed with her back to him, and he traced the lines some more before sliding his hands around her waist and up, fingertips brushing across her breasts as he dropped his head to her shoulder and kissed a line to her neck.