Her hands occupied with food and drink, she has to set down her glass at his embrace. She leans her head into him and looks up at the affectionate kiss. She feels as close to heaven as she wants to get while still alive.
She scoops up the potatoes again with her fork and holds it up for him solely so that he can keep his arm around her. He deserves to taste his own handiwork. A string of cheese finds its way onto the edge of his bottom lip and she can't resist kissing it off with a grin.
Words have been rendered unnecessary. Everything he needs to know he can see in her eyes and her smile, and feel in the way she snuggles against his side and places small kisses on his cheek and neck between bites of dinner. Only when her plate is empty does she put it down with a contented sigh and pick up her glass of mead. It seemed too sweet to not save for dessert.
"To us," she says and holds up the glass for a toast.
[Action, August 14]
She scoops up the potatoes again with her fork and holds it up for him solely so that he can keep his arm around her. He deserves to taste his own handiwork. A string of cheese finds its way onto the edge of his bottom lip and she can't resist kissing it off with a grin.
Words have been rendered unnecessary. Everything he needs to know he can see in her eyes and her smile, and feel in the way she snuggles against his side and places small kisses on his cheek and neck between bites of dinner. Only when her plate is empty does she put it down with a contented sigh and pick up her glass of mead. It seemed too sweet to not save for dessert.
"To us," she says and holds up the glass for a toast.