( What is this? There she goes, teasing him again. Not that he minds. He's content where he is, peeling away her dress; nuzzling his lips against her back, planting soft, reverent kisses against any newly revealed scars-- as though, yes, worshipping her. He knew how fragile this happiness of theirs was, that he may never see her this elated again. So, for now, he'd help the mood linger, for as long it would last. )
For myself, I need nothing. ( As well as indulge her wide-eyed fantasies, of course. ) Rather, a blessing for our happiness. For our child's future.
( Once her dress bunches at her hips, his arms twine around her waist once more, pulling her against his slender frame. )
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For myself, I need nothing. ( As well as indulge her wide-eyed fantasies, of course. ) Rather, a blessing for our happiness. For our child's future.
( Once her dress bunches at her hips, his arms twine around her waist once more, pulling her against his slender frame. )