Things were tense without even really being tense. Ludwig and Aileen tried to be intimate with each other, and each time something pulled them away. It was frustrating, to say the least.
He was talking to the head of the guard about town patrols when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. "Lieben," Aileen called, tone a bit firm, "May I have a word with you in private?"
She pressed against him, hand moving between them and hidden by her dress so she could grope him, "I need you, lieben...~ as a wife needs her husband...~"