"Mmm, indeed," she purred, pulling him up and wrapping her arms around his neck and peppering kisses along his lips and near his chin. "But shall we focus on having fun in the costumes that God gave us, hm?" She teased, her Tudor-era way of saying 'birthday suits'.

Anne slid her arms down his back, letting her nails press into his skin a little bit. Her lips pressed against his, parted to suckle his lower lip gently. With a soft moan her body rolled up against his, already craving more of his warmth and the touch of his skin.