Bill smiles outwardly at her words and inwardly at her actions. He lets his eyes close, breathing in her scent. His hands draw slow circles on the small of her back.
"What piece of luck fell my way so that I might be graced by you?"
He doesn't even mean to ask the question aloud, but once stated he has no intention of revoking it. He would show her the world.
Or at least the bits of it at his disposal.
There is more he could say, but he opts not to. Instead, he kisses her on the forehead; it's where his lips meet her. There's some small urgency to his laziness, or will be soon if she keeps doing what she's doing.
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Date: 2005-05-16 10:21 pm (UTC)"What piece of luck fell my way so that I might be graced by you?"
He doesn't even mean to ask the question aloud, but once stated he has no intention of revoking it. He would show her the world.
Or at least the bits of it at his disposal.
There is more he could say, but he opts not to. Instead, he kisses her on the forehead; it's where his lips meet her. There's some small urgency to his laziness, or will be soon if she keeps doing what she's doing.
"I adore you so."