[Though her face is tucked away, his smile softens, fond as ever, and he drops his chin to lightly press a kiss against the top of her head, one arm giving her a gentle squeeze as they remain entwined.]
You're more than welcome.
[When she does draw back, he allows one arm to release her, only to take her hand instead, and when he meets her gaze, there is nothing there but earnest affection— he won't allow any of his concerns about how all this seems a little too good to be true linger and sully this night for them. Instead, he intends to make the most of the time they do have.]
The night is still young. What say we relax and watch the stars awhile, hm?
[When they're through, he'll walk her back to her room and, reluctantly, kiss her goodnight— but for now, there is nothing but the two of them beneath the stars, and whatever tales those stars may tell, the endless possibilities they represent, and he intends to enjoy himself. Tomorrow's worries will wait.]
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You're more than welcome.
[When she does draw back, he allows one arm to release her, only to take her hand instead, and when he meets her gaze, there is nothing there but earnest affection— he won't allow any of his concerns about how all this seems a little too good to be true linger and sully this night for them. Instead, he intends to make the most of the time they do have.]
The night is still young. What say we relax and watch the stars awhile, hm?
[When they're through, he'll walk her back to her room and, reluctantly, kiss her goodnight— but for now, there is nothing but the two of them beneath the stars, and whatever tales those stars may tell, the endless possibilities they represent, and he intends to enjoy himself. Tomorrow's worries will wait.]