Already Regina had learned to recognize when Neil spoke with his mouth on hers. It wasn't the same as the hissing sibilants and harsh magic of the dragon-shifter's tongue which he preserved for the vows she didn't know the words to but knew it was probably better that she didn't. Nor was it the babble that spilled out when he got 'stupid' to use his own words for it.
The language of his kisses was eloquent, passionate, and persuasive; she didn't need the words to feel it searing through her, convincing her of things she didn't want to think about but felt anyhow. She couldn't ignore it, either, not entirely, because hers said similar things despite her best intentions. Her kisses said things like be with me and don't leave me and this is good, we're good, and she didn't know how to stop them.
For the briefest of seconds she wondered if this was how it felt to Robin to fall in love with someone else after Marian, but she banished the thought into the farthest corners of her heart where she couldn't remember she'd thought it, and turned her focus outward instead toward the smile, the kiss, the chivalry that warmed this night, instead of the nights she'd never have.
"I don't know what to hope for," she said as they struck up a brisk walk, his hand over hers on his arm. And if she hadn't already banished that treacherous thought, it might have applied to it as well as the question of spontaneous combustion.
Re: 8/31 - early evening - Private
The language of his kisses was eloquent, passionate, and persuasive; she didn't need the words to feel it searing through her, convincing her of things she didn't want to think about but felt anyhow. She couldn't ignore it, either, not entirely, because hers said similar things despite her best intentions. Her kisses said things like be with me and don't leave me and this is good, we're good, and she didn't know how to stop them.
For the briefest of seconds she wondered if this was how it felt to Robin to fall in love with someone else after Marian, but she banished the thought into the farthest corners of her heart where she couldn't remember she'd thought it, and turned her focus outward instead toward the smile, the kiss, the chivalry that warmed this night, instead of the nights she'd never have.
"I don't know what to hope for," she said as they struck up a brisk walk, his hand over hers on his arm. And if she hadn't already banished that treacherous thought, it might have applied to it as well as the question of spontaneous combustion.