Holy Hands

With a small gasp, you started, "Why is it that even in these moments of the purest of sins we still feel the need for our weapons?" and you unhooked the sword at Aymeric's hip, leaning it haphazardly against the wall next to you.

"Because, my heart," and he deftly tugged on the leather straps that lashed your own equipment to you with enough force to pull your hips into his own, "You and I are alike. We are fighters first-"

"And lovers second," you finished as you crushed your lips to his own again.