There's a happy little sigh on that kiss that's almost those words in and of itself. She melts against him, into his arms, lifting her head lightly in a movemet that half nuzzles her cheek against his, before turning her head to kiss his cheek.
She'll find breath to say something shortly, but this doesn't need words, and carries on the tone of non-verbal communication that they started with. And the thought flits through her mind that it almost makes it easier, in some ways.
The way she smiles against his cheek says that she's pleased. The way she rests in his arms says that she loves him. The way she's slightly flushed and yet breathing calm and evenly says what an impact all these surprises and treats and preparations he's made have had on her. The way her fingertips lightly trace the curve of his shoulder, back and forth, after a moment, suggest a quiet familiarity and contentment; that, with or without golden sunsets and marble halls, she's just as surely his.
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Date: 2007-12-25 03:36 am (UTC)She'll find breath to say something shortly, but this doesn't need words, and carries on the tone of non-verbal communication that they started with. And the thought flits through her mind that it almost makes it easier, in some ways.
The way she smiles against his cheek says that she's pleased. The way she rests in his arms says that she loves him. The way she's slightly flushed and yet breathing calm and evenly says what an impact all these surprises and treats and preparations he's made have had on her. The way her fingertips lightly trace the curve of his shoulder, back and forth, after a moment, suggest a quiet familiarity and contentment; that, with or without golden sunsets and marble halls, she's just as surely his.