Richard rolls his shoulders, trying to ease some of his own itch out.

It doesn't work very well.

He shakes his head, wanting to pace. Soon. You feel it? Of course she does. The sun's near completely set, leaving long dark shadows beneath the trees, and the moon is terribly close to rising.

Start taking your clothes off. There's no romance in his language, just a simple urgency. He gives her a quick kiss before pulling away from her, stripping off his shirt.

When it comes, it'll hurt. Don't fight it. It'll only make it last longer.