She looks, feels, concerned for a moment at his hesitation. "Are you alright, love?"

"It is a pleasant image for me too," she agrees. "Nothing to do in a storm like that except rest and keep each other entertained."

As his hands work over the tops of her thighs, her legs part a little. He might notice the henna on the inside of her thighs. So carefully hidden where no hands have touched except theirs.