*Finally changed into dry clothes and hanging the last of his sopping wet outfit in front of the fire to dry, Adam flops onto the couch. He smiles the smile of the well and truly happily tired.*
Next time I see him, I'll give him the tea, and I promise not to act like a lackwit. If he doesn't wish to talk to me, I won't push.
*She laughs.*
Wait, you would walk down the aisle? Hmmm. Does this mean I would wear the tuxedo? That's fine by me. I wouldn't know what to look for in a wedding dress anyway.
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*She laughs.*
Wait, you would walk down the aisle? Hmmm. Does this mean I would wear the tuxedo? That's fine by me. I wouldn't know what to look for in a wedding dress anyway.
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It's probably for the best that we did it this way, come to think of it.
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It was best for us. *firm nod* And that's really not as selfish as it sounds. I think.
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*He holds her tight and rocks her a little, relaxing.*
Are you happy?
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*She smiles, snuggling close and finally feeling warm again.*
More so every day.
You?
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Glory and great deeds are wonderful, but they still leave you feeling a little hollow inside.
This? *She kisses him slowly.* You. It's all the exact opposite.
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You fill me up.
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Does this mean I'm forgiven for shoving snow down your collar?
*Not waiting for an answer, she smiles and starts leading him toward their room.*
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Almost.