[She smiles before she even stirs when she feels the press of something on her lip, and the little nibble that follows, and as soon as her sleepy consciousness returns to her, she's overwhelmed by his scent and the warmth of his skin on hers. It rouses her and stirs the emotions that are already swelling in her heart at the sound of his voice. That little name he's given her, only for when they're alone like this.
Her arms circle around his neck so that she can pull him in for another kiss, tender and sweet, lazy and slow, but it's no less earnest than any of the hundreds they've shared. When she blinks her eyes open, she pulls back, and her vision is filled immediately with the sight of him as she fights the sleep from her eyes.
The sight of him in the morning is the most beautiful thing in the world to her—the way his thick hair is tossed about, how his eyes are thick with sleep but still somehow shimmer like snowflakes under moonlight, how his smiles sit in an almost crooked, boyish way that makes her heart beat for him... She asks herself the same question every morning and she asks it again now...
How did she get so lucky?
The soft metal clink and the gentle glow of their charms reminds her of the things that they did last night, and there's a flush that creeps up into her cheeks as she nuzzles her nose against his. Those dark, sinful things that she doesn't dare repeat aloud, but more than that, she thinks back to the moments before, when he had slid the chain around her neck. When he had asked her to marry him.
He would become her husband soon... In all ways, she would become his, and a little, happy noise escapes from her—a cross between a giggle and a purr before she's stealing another soft kiss from him.]
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[She smiles before she even stirs when she feels the press of something on her lip, and the little nibble that follows, and as soon as her sleepy consciousness returns to her, she's overwhelmed by his scent and the warmth of his skin on hers. It rouses her and stirs the emotions that are already swelling in her heart at the sound of his voice. That little name he's given her, only for when they're alone like this.
Her arms circle around his neck so that she can pull him in for another kiss, tender and sweet, lazy and slow, but it's no less earnest than any of the hundreds they've shared. When she blinks her eyes open, she pulls back, and her vision is filled immediately with the sight of him as she fights the sleep from her eyes.
The sight of him in the morning is the most beautiful thing in the world to her—the way his thick hair is tossed about, how his eyes are thick with sleep but still somehow shimmer like snowflakes under moonlight, how his smiles sit in an almost crooked, boyish way that makes her heart beat for him... She asks herself the same question every morning and she asks it again now...
How did she get so lucky?
The soft metal clink and the gentle glow of their charms reminds her of the things that they did last night, and there's a flush that creeps up into her cheeks as she nuzzles her nose against his. Those dark, sinful things that she doesn't dare repeat aloud, but more than that, she thinks back to the moments before, when he had slid the chain around her neck. When he had asked her to marry him.
He would become her husband soon... In all ways, she would become his, and a little, happy noise escapes from her—a cross between a giggle and a purr before she's stealing another soft kiss from him.]
Is it already morning...?