He kissed his way up, tracing a line from her navel to her breastbone, basking in the strange, smug sort of satisfaction he felt. He could do this, there was no one left to tell him it was wrong, no legacy left to live up to.

Before, he'd been able to embrace the wrongness of it, but now, it didn't feel so much like a crime anymore.

Taking a detour, he flicked his tongue out over one nipple, almost as if he were testing the waters. Ah, yes. I can do that without being struck down where I stand.