"Exploding into flames at the slightest provocation?" Her eyebrow lifted in an faux-scandalized arch quite at odds with how brazenly she held his gaze. "I hadn't noticed." But she released his gaze to press a sweet, warm kiss over his heart.
She turned her head to the side, rested her cheek where her mouth had been, and for just that few moments, let herself be just a woman in the arms of a man she deeply enjoyed. Her lashes fluttered down over her eyes and the world beyond him receded to a comfortable distance.
"Not perfect," she decided aloud. "Perfect tempts jealous creatures that thrive on misfortune." She ought to know. "But good." Her mouth curved into a bittersweet remembrance of watching a film with Roland (Little and broken but still good.) and in response, she nestled closer, fitted herself to him and he to her so they could fill each others' empty spaces.
After a long, quiet few moments, she murmured, "What do you suppose the chances are we can walk the rest of the way to the Inn without 'combusting' again?"
Re: 8/31 - early evening - Private
She turned her head to the side, rested her cheek where her mouth had been, and for just that few moments, let herself be just a woman in the arms of a man she deeply enjoyed. Her lashes fluttered down over her eyes and the world beyond him receded to a comfortable distance.
"Not perfect," she decided aloud. "Perfect tempts jealous creatures that thrive on misfortune." She ought to know. "But good." Her mouth curved into a bittersweet remembrance of watching a film with Roland (Little and broken but still good.) and in response, she nestled closer, fitted herself to him and he to her so they could fill each others' empty spaces.
After a long, quiet few moments, she murmured, "What do you suppose the chances are we can walk the rest of the way to the Inn without 'combusting' again?"