If she closed her eyes, Evras could almost imagine that she was younger, much younger, in the same position, with the same person, with very much the same feelings.

Except it was even better now. Like the sky after a prolonged thunderstorm, it was like a rock was lifted from her shoulders, the smile on her lips genuine as she lay there in bed, her chest heaving a little from exertion. Her dark locks were splayed out behind her like a crown, probably messy, definitely trussed up, but she'll deal with it when the sun rose. Now, she just relished the feel of her husband as he rolled closer to her. The woman instinctively turned to his own bare body, chuckling as she felt him covering their slightly sweat-sheened bodies with a sheet, a satisfied hum in her own throat that was punctuated with a light laugh when he drew his fingers along her waist.

Meeting his gaze as he propped himself up, her own blue-green eyes was gentle and loving. Evras reached up to trail her fingers along his smile, biting her own lip in a cheeky grin as she tried to memorize every corner and line in her husband's face. Did he look older? Perhaps alittle. But with it came wisdom, and she knew that they had both grown up plenty over the last two days.

Those three little words. How she had missed them.

As he ducked his head, she buried her fingers in his chair, a shiver frissoning under her skin when lips met sensitive skin. The very same skin that she had been pressed against his own not too long ago. Having him nestled in between her breasts was no stranger to her, as if he was a part of her she never wanted to let go. "I love you too." she murmured in return, arching her body against his, as if willing him to press more kisses against her.

"Promise me you will talk to me if you think that way again, Zan." it was a talk they needed to have, because Gods allowing, Evras never wanted such a matter to come between them again. Using her elbows, she pushed herself slightly up to peer down at him, her eyes pleading with her husband, hoping he felt the same. "I... I will tell you everything. As long as you allow me the chance to."

It was funny, that all it took was two little words to unwind what felt like many knots that had formed over the years in her heart. Letting a breathe she did not know she had been holding, Evras ran her fingers tenderly through his dark hair, every touch bestowed on him soft and affectionate. For once, she did not think of their son, and it was her husband that took forefront in her mind. All the years he had estranged himself from her, Evras had turned to Dion for ease and self-protection, yet now with Zanon peppering her skin with kisses, it was easy to remember just why she had fallen in love with the charming second prince.

She tilted her head, turning towards his thumbs that caressed her until Zanon pressed forward to kiss her. He always had that affect on her, even if they had practically sent every hour in each other's arms ever since they had made up. Her arms slung instinctively around his neck as they languidly kiss, until he finally broke for breathe.

Evras gave a small smile, her eyes opening to peer at his face so close to hers, his handsome features making her heart lurch again. Pulling him closer so her breasts pressed against his chest, she pressed her lips against his nose, murmuring "And no more drinking." she stipulated with a light laugh, having noticed gladly that he had not touched much except for mealtimes ever since that fateful night.

Winding her ankles around his, the women sought his full body contact by arching her whole length against his, her lips seeking out his again, as if she could not get enough of him. Unlike Zanon, Evras had taken no lovers, had held out hope that her husband would return to her, that the love they had shared for the years was not something he was willing to toss aside so simply, that there would be an explanation to it all.

Had she already forgiven him entirely? Not yet. But they were both trying, and he had always been the one she could never say no to.

"I've missed you, love." she murmured against his lips, a tone that gave away just how much Evras craved his touch, his attention, his love, in the same way a man in a desert would crave water.

For a moment, Evras froze at his narrowed eyes. She recognized her husband's headstrong, stubborn nature. In fact, it was in part, due to it that drove them into the situation they had been in, and Evras had went head to head with it many times. Yet in the soft web they had managed to wind themselves in, she was reluctant to break it. Mentally cursing herself for being silly enough to risk it after the languid night and day they had spent in each other's arms, Evras relaxed when he seemed to drop the subject, making a mental note to herself to just leave matters be unless it got out of hand.

Trust. She promised she'd try. So she trusted him.

The trail of his hands along her thigh left burning embers in their wake, so sensitive she was to his every touch. A slow fire stoked at the base of her stomach, a low mewl of delight as he pressed closer to her. Their earlier tussles in bed, as if it never happened, from the way Evras reacted to his warmth so close to her. Nestled against him, with her legs wound around his waist and resting just below his bottom, on the back of his thigh, she giggled at his kisses, and flushed at his reply.

A low moan rumbled from the base of her throat at his fervant kisses against her skin, her fingers losing themselves in his hair again as he worked his magic on the skin just above her breasts. Going with him as he rolled them, Evras shifted above him, her legs now straddling his waists.

The woman grinned at him as he moved the blankets to cover them, splaying her hands on his chest as she relished his handsome features, the gentleness in the way his fingers brushed against her skin, so different from the way they were before, each designed so it would make her forget how harshly they could manhandle her. Her fingers trailed their way down his chest, a coy smile on her lips as she flickered shy looks from beneath her hooded lashes. Shifting so she nestled her heat against his, where she could feel the proof of his growing desire. The woman leaned forward, her dark locks falling to create a curtain around them as she kissed his lips, claiming them for her own, cautiously darting her tongue out to meet his, before murmuring huskily against skin, pressing her breasts against his chest again.

"I want you, husband."

If it had been broad daylight, Evras would've been shocked at her own forwardness. But everything about Zanon enhanced her, even made her bolder when she was usually the quieter of her siblings. Her lips, red in the faint moonlight that streamed through the opened balcony, was curled in a manner that she had learned from one of the times Evras had tried to seduce her husband back to her side, before she had turned bitter and given up. But this time, it held a stronger hint of confidence as she wriggled her hips against his, as if daring him to take what was his.