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[leplusbeau]

*Fleur is towel drying Bill's hair, humming an old lullaby under her breath.*

I wish I had not slept so hard for so long. I would have done thiz once we came back. You deserve to be pampered.

*She stops as she catches sight of her ring again.*

Oui. You deserve a great deal of pampering and worshiping.

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[thecoolone]

One thing he adores about Fleur -- and this is a thing he's always known, from the moment he first held her -- is the way he feels when she's close enough to him so he can touch her. It makes him somehow lighter, somehow less... less what? less serious? Her presence fills him with air, with delight, and she's the only woman who consistently makes him feel that way.

There have been others, certainly, but none like Fleur.

It feels almost like a chemical reaction, one he's helpless to counter and even if he could, he wouldn't.

It makes him feel like he's falling, but falling into warmth, into comfort, into exquisite and perfect... bliss.

He knows this is something he loves about her. There are more things, too. So many more. But for now he's content to let himself fall, and every press of her lips against his skin brings another wave of desire, another wave of contentment, another wave of feeling so right.

"We're here. Together. That's what matters."

[leplusbeau]

*Her smile is as bright as the sun.*

Oui. Together. Us.

*This kiss is slow as she wraps her arms around his neck, and they sink into the bed. Her legs curve over his hips. And the hasty braid is quickly undone.*

Je t'aime. Je t'aime.

*Over and over against his mouth.*

[thecoolone]

There's nowhere else he'd rather be. He holds her tight, eyes closed.

And melts, melts into that feeling.

Of light.
Of love.
Of belonging.