Before she could fully realize what he was doing, Priscilla gasped once more as James suddenly closed whatever gap was previously between them. The unfamiliar warmth of being pressed together. Instinctively yet hesitantly, her other leg wraps around him too.

             How immodest! She half-smiles back at him sheepishly, self-conscious for her murmurings - not like she can help it given the circumstances. But her blue eyes then widened at the reality of his words. Where mere seconds ago it felt like they were the only two people in the world in that cabin, it finally sunk in just where they were and what on earth in her right mind she was doing. Haberdashery, she would faint if anyone saw! She could feel the sudden spike in temperature in her face - her lower lip trembling to try so hard not to utter a sound to his sumptuous teases. Her cheek presses into his hand as she shyly smiles, exhaling a whispered chuckle.

             “At this rate, you are making it nigh impossible for me to keep silent~”

             Their lips meet again - to which she is all too eager, craving his affection and overwhelmed by the sheer massive force which he was delivering it. This man was no gale of passion, but a hurricane. And he was all hers. Priscilla embraces him close in those few moments to catch her breath and then cups his face in her hands to look at her.

             “Promise me you are forever mine, and mine alone, and I shall be yours~” she breathes back almost pleadingly for his assurance, gazing at him softly, helplessly, hopelessly in love with him.