( neither does he know if this is real or not, so shaken is he with joy and hope and a terror that shakes down to the hands that grasp her. he needs her words, her arms, her kiss. he holds her closer, meets her lips with his in an ebb and flow of crushing need and softening tenderness.
his eyes are wet and a smile touches his lips when they pause for breath. his hand cards through her hair, his eyes alight in their happiness. the soft rumble of laughter that escapes him is short, drowned in his exhale. ) I don't suppose we should ever leave each other's sides again? ( an entirely unrealistic proposition, but a fitting one in jest, he believes, at the moment. )
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his eyes are wet and a smile touches his lips when they pause for breath. his hand cards through her hair, his eyes alight in their happiness. the soft rumble of laughter that escapes him is short, drowned in his exhale. ) I don't suppose we should ever leave each other's sides again? ( an entirely unrealistic proposition, but a fitting one in jest, he believes, at the moment. )