She finds herself laughing, light-headed and dizzy with possibility. His mouth is sweet and warm against hers, and she returns his kiss gladly, one heavy hand coming up to lace through his hair.
"Ever the poet," she murmurs, and buries her face against the crook of his neck for a moment, breathing him in. "Ever the flatterer. I love you." Her eyes close, and she lets herself float for a moment in the smell and feel of his skin, the taste of salt and the tickle of his breath. Her lord. Her husband. Hers in all ways now, as she is his in all ways. The thought makes her smile anew as she falls back against the covers, looking up at him from under her lashes. "And when I catch my breath, my lord, I may love you again."
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Date: 2018-08-09 06:34 pm (UTC)"Ever the poet," she murmurs, and buries her face against the crook of his neck for a moment, breathing him in. "Ever the flatterer. I love you." Her eyes close, and she lets herself float for a moment in the smell and feel of his skin, the taste of salt and the tickle of his breath. Her lord. Her husband. Hers in all ways now, as she is his in all ways. The thought makes her smile anew as she falls back against the covers, looking up at him from under her lashes. "And when I catch my breath, my lord, I may love you again."