[He heaves an over-exaggerated sigh for punctuation, though his persistent smile is still quite apparent in the warmth of his voice.]
I can't risk you slipping away again. While I most certainly support your tending to your responsibilities elsewhere, I'll have it known that I've been exceedingly patient in your absence, which does, scientifically, make the heart grow fonder.
[It's been proven, he's quite certain.]
I think everyone else can wait just a bit longer, hm?
[This man, seriously... How has she managed to handle him after all this time? Amelia turns to face him with her hands traveling up his arms.]
That is the talk of a man who I feel is most certainly becoming impatient as time passes.
I think I can fix that.
[What else is there to be said? Two weeks is a long time. Her hands cup Gale's face as she pulls him into another kiss and it's very warm and very purposeful with its growing heat.]
I think I've earned a bit of impatience at this point, don't you?
[The question is equal parts playful and rhetorical, the trailing of her hands up the length of his arms answer enough in itself, and he leans down to meet her easily as she cups his face and kisses him with intent, returning it with heat and intent of his own as he slides his fingers into her hair as he lays his hand against the side of her face and curls an arm around her waist, all too eager to pull her flush against him.
It feels right, to share this moment here.
His own kiss is insistent, as full of longing as it is ardent heat, and it's only when he's forced to break for breath that he takes a brief moment to murmur against her lips:]
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[He heaves an over-exaggerated sigh for punctuation, though his persistent smile is still quite apparent in the warmth of his voice.]
I can't risk you slipping away again. While I most certainly support your tending to your responsibilities elsewhere, I'll have it known that I've been exceedingly patient in your absence, which does, scientifically, make the heart grow fonder.
[It's been proven, he's quite certain.]
I think everyone else can wait just a bit longer, hm?
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That is the talk of a man who I feel is most certainly becoming impatient as time passes.
I think I can fix that.
[What else is there to be said? Two weeks is a long time. Her hands cup Gale's face as she pulls him into another kiss and it's very warm and very purposeful with its growing heat.]
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[The question is equal parts playful and rhetorical, the trailing of her hands up the length of his arms answer enough in itself, and he leans down to meet her easily as she cups his face and kisses him with intent, returning it with heat and intent of his own as he slides his fingers into her hair as he lays his hand against the side of her face and curls an arm around her waist, all too eager to pull her flush against him.
It feels right, to share this moment here.
His own kiss is insistent, as full of longing as it is ardent heat, and it's only when he's forced to break for breath that he takes a brief moment to murmur against her lips:]
Welcome back, my love.