That glimmer of lust in Nathaniel's eyes sparks into flame, but he does not hurry. Gently, so gently, his hands cup Anders' jaw and bring him back into the kiss, flash of tongue, soft and hot and slick. Then, he begins to unwrap his wedding present.

Fingers catch the top fastening of those beautiful robes. He likes frogs better than ties, because it takes so little to undo them. Slowly, he is exposing a line of skin, and it becomes increasingly clear that--

A wicked smile. "You're not wearing anything under this, are you?"