Moonbeam passed fruit, sweet with honey, from her mouth to his. She took another fruit with dainty fingers and began caressing it with her tongue.
Taking it out of her mouth from time to time she marvelled at its deep purple colour and firmness, before slipping it back between her lips. Its juice too was sweet to her taste. Then it was time to pass that fruit to another mouth.
Hsi-men had more wine while she washed. It was still snowing outside.
In bed he was hot against her cold washed body, firm against her softness. Soon both were warm. It was the first night watch before they were finished.