My fingers would run through your hair as I taste your lips between my teeth. It is an aching passion that runs through us, a relief from responsibility of title as lithe digits find their way between your legs. And when you are ready for me and I slide into you there is nothing but us. I could fuck you until you couldn't move or we could writhe to the rhythm of our ragged breaths - it would not matter. What matters is that we are free together, not Guard-Captain, not Champion. People with need.