I remember...kissing you in the sand. Dancing with you and Eugene at the ball- taking you to a private room. Our first night together.

[That memory makes him sigh, arms tightening around Jack's waist at the echos of sighs, of lips and skin and feathers under his hands. he doesn't quite reach up enough to brush against them now, but he is very tempted.]

Waking with you both the morning after.