Where else, he wonders, will they house their many children? Instead, he says: “It’s a shack, then. A narrow bed for the two of us, with only one bowl and one spoon.”
"Don't tease me," she laughs, snuggling in again, nuzzling into his cheek. She would truly love it. This house is their home, and she cherishes it, but she would be happy anywhere with him.
She goes with a soft squeak, low and charmed. She runs her fingers through the hair at the back of his head. There's nothing but fondness in her gaze when she looks at him.
"It is. It's our home. I would like to see the spare bedroom occupied, some day, but for now... I'm glad you don't hole yourself away in the basement as much as you did before."
“Mm,” he hums his agreement, meeting her eyes. They’re so close. He nudges her nose with the tip of his. “I needed time, for a while… but I think the worst has passed.”
She can't help but wonder what that means for them, but asking seems like a quick way to ruin the moment. She wants to stay in his arms, with these sweet touches and their noses bumping together.
It's a perfect kiss. She closes her eyes and focuses on how right it feels. She's meant to be in his arms, and he's meant to kiss her. No one else she's kissed has felt this warm, this easy.
"I love you, Clive," she says when their lips part. "My treasure."
His heart feels light. The earlier events of the evening had made him feel foul and jealous, but pressed against her body, he knows where he is supposed to be. She’s the sweetest, most patient, most enduring woman in the world, and if he could serve her forever, he gladly would. She loves him, despite what he’s done, and what he’s failed in.
“I love you too,” he says, and then he holds her tighter, like he could prove it with the proximity of his body, skin to skin.
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"Then I must tell you that you don't know me at all. That's too much space. Sometimes even this house feels too large when you and Torgal are out."
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"Perfect. I will sleep on your chest, and we will take turns feeding one another."
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“I think this is the perfect house for the three of us.”
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"It is. It's our home. I would like to see the spare bedroom occupied, some day, but for now... I'm glad you don't hole yourself away in the basement as much as you did before."
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"You seem happier," she says carefully, nudging his nose back. "I suppose I needed time, too."
Time to realize that while it hurts to be without him, she can survive.
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He brushes her hair back again, his gaze soft.
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“It’s dull and quiet down there.”
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She can't help but wonder what that means for them, but asking seems like a quick way to ruin the moment. She wants to stay in his arms, with these sweet touches and their noses bumping together.
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"I love you, Clive," she says when their lips part. "My treasure."
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“I love you too,” he says, and then he holds her tighter, like he could prove it with the proximity of his body, skin to skin.
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“Of course.”
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“In fairness,” he says, “I have never aspired to tempt you down to the basement.”
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She's weak for those blue eyes.
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She runs her fingers through his hair.
"I'm so glad we talk more. I'm so glad we spend time together."
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