He kissed her forehead lightly, marveling at the treasure he'd found when the world seemed ready to end.
She tossed it into the fire, marveling at the tiny explosion of pink and green flames.
She rubbed its forehead and leaned forward to touch its neck, marveling at how soft its hair was.
Everything in the room radiated some sort of subtle energy, and she waded through the energies, marveling and confused by them.
She'd run her hands over his perfect body, marveling at the smooth skin stretched over solid muscle.