In the blissful moment before either spoke, Rene couldn’t help but lean against the frame in quiet awe, taking in the scene before him. She looked.. exactly how he imagined she would as mistress of the house, complete perfection in his eyes. To fulfil her request he willingly left the doorway, each step taken in shortening the distance sure and with purpose, but pausing at a display case to fetch clean glasses. He wouldn’t have her tainting their favourite with whatever poor excuse her cousin stocked.
[color=#44b8ff]“It was a little encumbering but I managed,”[/color] setting down the glass to free his hands to accomplish the uncorking without hindrance. Allowing the vintage to breathe a moment it too was placed on the table, forgotten while he greeted his love properly.
Rene crouched to his knees in front of her, one hand plucking the book from her hands to toss absently and discarded. Somewhere there was a librarian screaming at his treatment of the written word, but his focus was inherently elsewhere. Arms coiled around her snuggled form to aid the rest of him folding himself as deeply onto her lap as possible. All the while his sodden air dampened everything it came in contact with.
[color=#44b8ff]“How terrible is it, I’m all wet, and from nothing but precipitation and not perspiration.”[/color] With a stiff inhale through his nose, Rene would lift himself up some, a hand that drew her to him now shifting to cup her cheek. [color=#44b8ff]“Have you eaten? I won’t have you fainting on me while I’m worshipping every curve of you. I'll admit I'm famished from the walk.” [/color]
[color=#44b8ff]“It was a little encumbering but I managed,”[/color] setting down the glass to free his hands to accomplish the uncorking without hindrance. Allowing the vintage to breathe a moment it too was placed on the table, forgotten while he greeted his love properly.
Rene crouched to his knees in front of her, one hand plucking the book from her hands to toss absently and discarded. Somewhere there was a librarian screaming at his treatment of the written word, but his focus was inherently elsewhere. Arms coiled around her snuggled form to aid the rest of him folding himself as deeply onto her lap as possible. All the while his sodden air dampened everything it came in contact with.
[color=#44b8ff]“How terrible is it, I’m all wet, and from nothing but precipitation and not perspiration.”[/color] With a stiff inhale through his nose, Rene would lift himself up some, a hand that drew her to him now shifting to cup her cheek. [color=#44b8ff]“Have you eaten? I won’t have you fainting on me while I’m worshipping every curve of you. I'll admit I'm famished from the walk.” [/color]
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