The purple man leaned in and began to kiss the seelie queen on the lips. Cynith leaned forward a bit and kissed him back. As he was getting a taste of the cherry flavored balm on her soft lips, Lars began to unbutton his shirt. After undoing it, he pulled his top off and threw it onto the floor. Cynith pulled her lips away from his face and glanced down at his toned torso.
"I swear," she began in a low, soft voice, "You're looking better and better every time you come over."
"Well any man can appear to be very much alluring in comparison to your egotistical, arrogant husband." Lars chuckled.
"True, but you aren't just any man. You're my man, Lars." She caressed his face and slowly moved her hand down to his jaw, feeling his rough, barely noticeable stubble against her soft hand. "It's not everyday a commoner catches the attention of a queen." She slid her hand down from his strong jaw to his neck and then placed it on one of his broad shoulders.