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In Waking Dreams, Chapter 83: A Thousand Kisses

He said as if he knew. She could have told him then but she wanted the night, so far anyway, to be only theirs. She wanted to be loved like she was the only lover left alive.

She could still have told him and still been the only lover left alive in his world. Yet in a kiss that followed, she and Cullen settled into that sweet theirs. She was a watcher and a lauder of all he was. Such fine eyes he had that swept over her body, handsome shoulders he had that her hands skimmed. Such pink scars to trace, scarred lips half parted for her thumb to sweep across. Sometimes when he worked or trained his little curl fell on his forehead and sometimes it happened when they made love. She usually swept it away, save when they made love. Then it could stay. It fell on his forehead and it stayed. She stayed.

She laid, she loved. She was both his consumption and his praise. A lover and restorer moved on top of her, as steady as a tide and as reassuring as the pattering of rain. He said something that made her laugh, the specifics she couldn’t remember all of and he couldn’t either later on, just that it was about the two of them knew they were home, and they had to plan out their time together. “This is the happiest I’ve seen you in a while,” he also muttered, kissing the small point of her widow’s peak.

“I’m always happy.”

His head dipped low, kissing her breast. “You seemed elsewhere,” he muttered. “That’s all.”

“I’m here now.”

Another kiss again before parting. His breath caught, the same way it caught when he looked at her in Val Royeaux before the Exalted Council officially began. They stowed away at his wish. He wanted to have an adventure with her, so they did. She still didn’t quite believe him when he said he didn’t merely take her there for the inn they stayed at with a mirror overhead. But they both were a little too enamored with watching. Mirrors used to be cruel to them. No longer.

He moaned as she gripped the ends of his hair, biting the skin of his neck. “I know."

“In the city. I knew you wanted to propose to me there.” She further locked her legs around him. “I would have said yes. A thousand times yes. I’m going to say yes everyday…”

His hand drifted between them. She threw her head back against the pillow, reaching her yes.

shawn: you sure you want the kingdom to be saved by our son and his... friends?

jacques: yeah it's good lmao we're too old to this. and they are great kids!!