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Perhaps it was the relatively dim light of the tunnels, the extra strain that placed on his eyes as he tried to see. Yes, that was definitely it; that was the only possible explanation for why his eyes shimmered and glistened as he watched his wife, listening to her speak. A moment passed, filled with the swelling anticipation you felt just before you fell; and then he let himself fall, moving slowly towards her, his uninjured hand rising to cradle her cheek as he brought his lips to hers.
It began as something tentative, timid even, but as Zhol felt her lips against his the sensation overcame him. Moments passed, and his fingers found themselves in her hair, his other arm wrapping itself around her waist - bite forgotten - pulling her as close against him as he cloud. He grinned against her lips as he felt her arms find their familiar place settled around his shoulders, and leant into her more, teasing at her lower lip in between flurries of amorous kisses.
Slowly, gradually, eventually, the onslaught of affection began to fade, Zhol's lips straying from Khara's, his body pulling her into a tight embrace, a few lingering kisses settled against her cheek, her jawline, and her neck before his every effort focused itself on holding her close to him. "Thank you," he said quietly, letting his cheek nuzzle gently against hers.
He almost left it at that, almost left silence between them, wondering if Khara would be able to absorb everything he wanted to say just by touch, sparing him the challenge of finding words good enough to convey it aloud. Finally words crept out of him, a little more than a whisper. "I could not have a more perfect wife," he barely breathed. "Such a person does not exist."
Perhaps it was the relatively dim light of the tunnels, the extra strain that placed on his eyes as he tried to see. Yes, that was definitely it; that was the only possible explanation for why his eyes shimmered and glistened as he watched his wife, listening to her speak. A moment passed, filled with the swelling anticipation you felt just before you fell; and then he let himself fall, moving slowly towards her, his uninjured hand rising to cradle her cheek as he brought his lips to hers.
It began as something tentative, timid even, but as Zhol felt her lips against his the sensation overcame him. Moments passed, and his fingers found themselves in her hair, his other arm wrapping itself around her waist - bite forgotten - pulling her as close against him as he cloud. He grinned against her lips as he felt her arms find their familiar place settled around his shoulders, and leant into her more, teasing at her lower lip in between flurries of amorous kisses.
Slowly, gradually, eventually, the onslaught of affection began to fade, Zhol's lips straying from Khara's, his body pulling her into a tight embrace, a few lingering kisses settled against her cheek, her jawline, and her neck before his every effort focused itself on holding her close to him. "Thank you," he said quietly, letting his cheek nuzzle gently against hers.
He almost left it at that, almost left silence between them, wondering if Khara would be able to absorb everything he wanted to say just by touch, sparing him the challenge of finding words good enough to convey it aloud. Finally words crept out of him, a little more than a whisper. "I could not have a more perfect wife," he barely breathed. "Such a person does not exist."
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