the beauty

There was never a place Pru found herself to be more content, than lying beneath the covers, curled into the chest of her husband, Oliver was her comfort, her home now, which had been a difficult thing to let go of. For a long time, Pru clung to her clothes and other materialistic objects brought from home, losing herself in the vague scent that still managed to linger on them to remind her of home, but now... even with them, if Oliver was absent she felt slightly... uncomfortable, even in the home she had come to know as her own. Sighing softly in her contentment, she trailed her fingertips over his flesh, allowing for her gaze to once again find his own as her lips curled up into yet another smile, “Me too, we did good.” She hummed softly, glancing in the direction that Oliver had, towards one of her most treasured pictures, “She’d ... never believe this... Amy I mean... “ She nodded in the direction of the photo, “’Married with a daughter.... I didn’t think this would ever be possible for me.”

The sight alone of his love’s blush tainted cheeks was enough to coax a flourishing breath from his lungs, as his stomach tightened within recognition of her beauty. Still incapable of withdrawing his gaze from her own, more so now as Pru’s slender digits rose toward the ivory flesh of her own chin for support, as each amusement laced hum seeped from the defined petals of the girls features. Oliver, instantaneous to respond with an affection touch of his own, as his digits lowered toward the exposed flesh of Pru’s arms, before beginning to caress her skin, for even after all the times the pair had exchanged ‘i love you’s’ each was more so invigorating than the last. Almost as if, every new time - was a first time. “I love y’ - more than y'could ever know, darlin’”. His response was strengthened by each continuous adoring action, as his striking hues remained fixated against her breath-taking own. Infatuated entirely within her embrace, merely nodding within response toward the girls comment, before he proceeded to retort himself, “Tha’s wha’ y'get when y'mom’s a genius”.

Ever grateful for Olly’s evident appreciation of her each day, she couldn’t help but continue to blush under his gaze, lips tilting up in their corners as she began to place a series of kisses against his chest, appreciating him to the best of her ability in their close proximity.  It was hard to picture the time that Pru was clueless to what she meant to the wolf, it was hard to imagine a time she hadn’t loved him, even in her lied before, she presumed she had simply been waiting to meet the male, or perhaps that was just her all-consuming love clouding her memories. “Genius, yeah... I suppose it helps that she’s beautiful and charming... like her dad.”

Blush tainted her cheeks, a seemingly ever-lasting affect on her features whenever Oliver offered a compliment in her direction. “You aren’t so bad yourself, cowboy.” She smirked, tucking her hands under her chin as her jaded hues held his stunning own. “I love you so much...” The words tumbled form her lips in a natural manner, it was automatic now-a-days, barely intentional and yet always truthful.  “Mmm,” She hummed again, nodding with her smile still in place, Pheebs likes school, but I’m not surprised.”

With a breathless hum of sincere contentment, Oliver found himself visibly relax beneath the attentiveness of Pru’s touch, as the girl clumsily grazed her slender digits against the stern lining of his jaw. Proceeding to glance down toward the banshee through his own mound of lashes, as an instantaneous smile of recognition persisted to encase his handsome features. His stunning hues however, momentarily fluttering shut as he relished within the accompaniment from his missing piece, before eventually reopening. Already, having begun to shift himself beside his wife as he pulled himself up against the mattress, turning his back to the headboard and motioning toward his taut chest as he invited her to cuddle, “Mornin’ beautiful. Y'sleep okay?”.

She was reluctant to part her frame from his, but was more than impressed when the male shifted to rest under her, offering support to her upper half in a more than comfortable position. Grinning up at her stunning husband, the girl rested her head against his chest, “Amazing, thank you.” She murmured softly, not daring to break the peaceful atmosphere of their bedroom in the morning. It was strange, with the children in school, despite none of them being truly loud, the house was dramatically quieter, it was lovely. Tracing her fingers against the defined lines of his torso, she pressed a light kiss against his flesh before tilting her head upwards ever so slightly, “How did you sleep?”

A cigarette hung limp from the restriction of Oliver’s lips as the male stood within the open plan bedroom shared between both he and his wife. The acknowledgement of the strawberry blonde vowing to marry him, a sentiment far greater than any as the blonde glanced backwards over his shoulder toward his love, currently captivated within slumber. A rarity, for her it should seem. With his defined lips upturned around the cylinder embodiment of his unlit cigarette, he withdrew it from his possession, before securing the item behind his ear within anticipation. Somewhat incapable of retracting his stunning hues from her equally as ravenous beauty, succumbing entirely toward her hold against him both mentally and physically as he revelled within his gratitude for having found her.

Finding herself completely content over the past few weeks, despite the stress of an impending wedding, Pru was convinced that there was never a point in her life in which she could be happier. Of course, having her mother attend her wedding, or having her mom involved in her daughter’s life, knowing Olly, knowing her family would have been a completely perfect lifestyle, but she already possessed so much that she didn’t deserve, best not to pout. Stirring from her peaceful slumber, her eyes were reluctant to open but knowing her hopefully stunning sight, she couldn’t resist allowing her jaded hues to flutter open. Olly sat beside her, glancing over a picture that was much too dear to her to be sat in a drawer as it was previously, and it appeared that since their most recent engagement, Olly had surpassed his jealousy over Foster, so now it lay at focal point beside their bed. She smiled warmly, lifting her hand to trace her fingers along his jaw line, “Morning,” She hummed, unable to prevent the pride that laced her tone, he was her husband. 

“Save a dance for y’ new brother?”

“Of course.”