[Passion and love... Two emotions Eustace never thought he would have yet here he is filled to the brim and it overflows into the kiss and in his touch and heat that wraps around them, the crackling fire fueled by their love distant as he hears her breaths and the way their lips meet over and over again. He could repeat those two words a thousand times and he doesn't think it would truly satisfy how much he wants her in his life. How grateful he is.
When she eventually pulls away he wants to pull her back, only half mindful how the dogs are disappearing. He can vaguely hear the clicking of Eria's tongue and the soft mutters and giggling whispers of There they go again, but he doesn't care. It was inevitable. So as they quickly become more alone, he smiles faintly at her cute complaints.]
I thought you already were.
[His wife. He's called her that a few times already, partly in jest, but at other times more symbolic of how he already considers her. So there's a light gleam as he whispers softly, breath warm.]
My wife.
[A teasing nip of her lower lip as if in return for the one she gave.]
My precious mate.
[And then he pulls her into another sweet kiss before murmuring against her lips.]
My only love.
[How many more things could he call her? Better yet, how much more can she stand?]
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When she eventually pulls away he wants to pull her back, only half mindful how the dogs are disappearing. He can vaguely hear the clicking of Eria's tongue and the soft mutters and giggling whispers of There they go again, but he doesn't care. It was inevitable. So as they quickly become more alone, he smiles faintly at her cute complaints.]
I thought you already were.
[His wife. He's called her that a few times already, partly in jest, but at other times more symbolic of how he already considers her. So there's a light gleam as he whispers softly, breath warm.]
My wife.
[A teasing nip of her lower lip as if in return for the one she gave.]
My precious mate.
[And then he pulls her into another sweet kiss before murmuring against her lips.]
My only love.
[How many more things could he call her? Better yet, how much more can she stand?]