The scent of lilac and sage filled her head.She almost didn't notice him step into the shower. He tried, but the waft of cold air from the curtain was...impossible to miss. And the tub creaked.So she wasn't surprised when a second pair of hands, thick-fingered and strong, glided up her back, shoulder and neck and into the roots of her tresses. As she swept her hands front to back, their fingers entwined in the middle of her hair.She sighed and leaned back against William. He wasn't a tall man but. When she started lighting the candles with just a snap and point with visualization and no verbal spell she knew that she had it. Now she used a verbal spell until it was easy, then she could drop the verbalization of the spell.But new spells almost always required verbalization, and also some spells requiring ingredients.Looking once more at her childish body, she shivered, hoping that she was not making a mistake. She slipped her nightgown over her head and stepped into her slippers. Picking. "I have wanted us to do that for so long, Cath." she said as she pulled her face away from mine. "I wish we had done it so long ago, Kyra." "No, that would not have been good. There is a right time for such things and that was the right time for that." "I suppose you're right. It was perfect." "And now is the right time for this." She pushed open my bathrobe, leaned down, and sucked my nipple greedily into her mouth. "Ah! God that feels incredible. Please don't stop." "I have no intention of. They celebrated Christmas and New Year’s at sea, and Susan had kissed him on the cheek as 1888 changed to 1889. He had remembered the softness of her lips long after the party ended. When the ship passed through the Suez Canal, Susan clapped her hands in delight at the sight of a camel caravan plodding along the far bank. Her face was beginning to turn a golden brown from hours spent on deck with her head buried in medical reference books. David, on the other hand, spent hours in his cabin.