i am no mother, i am no bride

"Yes, ma'am." He says jokingly, sweeping her into his arms and kissing her, letting his hands roam wherever they wish. She feels so good under his hands; even under the finely tailored garments of her station, he can feel that her body is still as strong as when he had left her last. The strong muscles with curves that fit perfectly into his large hands. It's only the velvet that's a novelty.