Enveloping her in his arms, Edric allows his face to slip into a genuine smile. He'd never been the type to smile, but she somehow always managed to bring one to his face when they were here. Trying to hide it in public, trying not to act differently than he always did, was seemed impossible when she was being, well, herself.
"At least you didn't look like you were in pain the entire time?" He brushed a hand across her forehead, his finger catching a single hair pin that she'd missed. He plucked it out with little ado, tossing it towards the night table without any care or precision. "I can't say the same for myself. It was almost painful, pretending not to know you," he said, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips.
Their relationship has always been inherently physical; even before it was romantic, before she even liked him, she punched him to show her feelings. How could he expect her to show...nothing?
His eyelids fluttered shut and he let out an approving hum as she ran a hand through his hand, a rush of warmth washing over him. She'd never be able to do that in public, but given the impact it had on him, it was probably for the best. Still, at the very least, he would enjoy being able to hold her hand or brush a strand of hair out of her face.
"Mmm, you know I wouldn't mind," he reiterated. "I just need a little bit of time -" And not months of it, as they'd originally planned. "- to get some things in order. Work, family, a house."
"At least you didn't look like you were in pain the entire time?" He brushed a hand across her forehead, his finger catching a single hair pin that she'd missed. He plucked it out with little ado, tossing it towards the night table without any care or precision. "I can't say the same for myself. It was almost painful, pretending not to know you," he said, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips.
Their relationship has always been inherently physical; even before it was romantic, before she even liked him, she punched him to show her feelings. How could he expect her to show...nothing?
His eyelids fluttered shut and he let out an approving hum as she ran a hand through his hand, a rush of warmth washing over him. She'd never be able to do that in public, but given the impact it had on him, it was probably for the best. Still, at the very least, he would enjoy being able to hold her hand or brush a strand of hair out of her face.
"Mmm, you know I wouldn't mind," he reiterated. "I just need a little bit of time -" And not months of it, as they'd originally planned. "- to get some things in order. Work, family, a house."
— set by MJ! —