After Tidas had closed the door to the carriage, Skye'd stuck most of her upper body out the window to wave. She kept herself out even after her loved ones had faded into the distance. The cold night air felt good on her flushed skin. The whiskey had been stronger than she'd expected, making her feel hot.
The prince sat in a seat with his back towards the end of the carriage; staring at his wife's backside. Her posterior bounced and swayed with the bumpy ride of the carriage. Tidas didn't mind the view, but they were alone now.. And he wanted to do more than just look at her. After he knew the castle was out of view, Tidas leaned forward and lightly smacked his wife's ass.
